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emjay · 10-14-2019, 04:25 PM

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising

Being that Carsyn didn't have quidditch - yet again - the fourth year found herself diving headfirst into two other things that she she enjoyed. One was baking and the other potions. Okay, she didn't particularly LOVE potions, but it was similar enough to cooking/baking, which meant the Gryffindor could get by with it. She especially loved when she got to combine the skills.

Having just brewed an innocent laughing potion, the fourth year headed off to find a friend to help her. A friend who was a boy might work better. Potion-infused cupcake on a plate, Carsyn peered into the music hall, figuring what better way to add to the music than the music of laughter. Anyone she knew??? MAYBE??? Elias? Orion? Nora? Anyone else?

If there was anything that Gunnar liked better here at Beauxbatons than at Hogwarts, it was decidedly the Music Hall. What could be better than having enough instruments that he didn't have to share the piano (at least not often) and not only that, the room was somehow charmed in a way that he could audibly isolate himself. He could play his piano solos without having to hear the cacophony of lesser skilled musicians.

And since he had some extra time after classes today, the seventeen year old headed to the second floor and towards the music room. "Excuse me," he said to the girl in the doorway (Carsyn) as he squeezed past. He vaguely recognized her as she seemed to know him from Quidditch or something, but he didn't remember her name.

"Hi, Chloe," he gave his sister a smile, spotting her next as he walked towards the piano. "Ewan." The Slytherin prefect gave the boy a nod, noting he was in conversation with his sister. He wouldn't bother them as he was planning on practicing the piano on his own anyway.

And he sat at the bench, immediately feeling as if he was in his own private sound bubble, even with other people around. Picking up a stack of sheet music, he began rifling through it, looking for something inspiring to play.

10-14-2019, 04:25 PM	#12 (permalink)
emjay DMAC & DERP Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,087 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year Ministry RPG Name: Kendra Jordan-Durand Accidents & Catastrophes Ministry RPG Name: Gunnar McCarthy-Toussaint Ecological Protection x12 x5	also mentions of Chloe and Ewan because why not ^^ Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent Quote: Originally Posted by PhoenixRising Being that Carsyn didn't have quidditch - yet again - the fourth year found herself diving headfirst into two other things that she she enjoyed. One was baking and the other potions. Okay, she didn't particularly LOVE potions, but it was similar enough to cooking/baking, which meant the Gryffindor could get by with it. She especially loved when she got to combine the skills. Having just brewed an innocent laughing potion, the fourth year headed off to find a friend to help her. A friend who was a boy might work better. Potion-infused cupcake on a plate, Carsyn peered into the music hall, figuring what better way to add to the music than the music of laughter. Anyone she knew??? MAYBE??? Elias? Orion? Nora? Anyone else? If there was anything that Gunnar liked better here at Beauxbatons than at Hogwarts, it was decidedly the Music Hall. What could be better than having enough instruments that he didn't have to share the piano (at least not often) and not only that, the room was somehow charmed in a way that he could audibly isolate himself. He could play his piano solos without having to hear the cacophony of lesser skilled musicians. And since he had some extra time after classes today, the seventeen year old headed to the second floor and towards the music room. "Excuse me," he said to the girl in the doorway (Carsyn) as he squeezed past. He vaguely recognized her as she seemed to know him from Quidditch or something, but he didn't remember her name. "Hi, Chloe," he gave his sister a smile, spotting her next as he walked towards the piano. "Ewan." The Slytherin prefect gave the boy a nod, noting he was in conversation with his sister. He wouldn't bother them as he was planning on practicing the piano on his own anyway. And he sat at the bench, immediately feeling as if he was in his own private sound bubble, even with other people around. Picking up a stack of sheet music, he began rifling through it, looking for something inspiring to play. __________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________ ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line