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Hiraeth · 05-07-2016, 02:10 PM

Mason had avoided this room like the plaque last year. It wasn't that she didn't like music, far from it actually. She had been too hesitant to come in here, too scared that if she saw that piano, everything would come back. . . all those countless hours in that Room, mindless of everything except the ivory keys. . .

But she was here now, standing in the middle of the Music-Room, her back to the piano. She hadn't touched one since that day in DA and it had awoken her love for music again. Her case floated behind her, it had been too heavy and she was far too lazy to drag the thing all the way from the Dungeons. She flicked her wand once, dismissing the spell. The case clattered unceremoniously to the ground, the instrument inside hitting the case-lining. Oops.

Mason knelt beside the case, her hands opening every clasp in top-speed, she was cursing herself for her stupidity. You should have lowered it, idiot! When all the clasps had been undone, she threw back the lid. . . and gave a sigh of relief. It was fine, the cello was fine.

Note to self: Don't ever do that again.

She reached for the instrument's neck, fingers curling around the wooden surface. Mason lifted the cello from the case, careful not to drop it again. She got back to her feet, the cello in one hand, her wand in the other. She raised to Yew and pointing it to one of the stools, cast- "Accio, Stool!" The stool came rather tediously, legs scraping over the floor, but it came and that was all that mattered. When it finally reached her, she pocketed her wand and reached for the bow that still rested in the case. With everything she needed, Mason lowered herself onto the seat, drawing the cello to its full height between her legs.

She took a deep breath and placed the rosined-bow onto the strings. She didn't have any sheet music, so she'd have to go along with anything that came to mind. . . she placed her fingers onto the board. Breath.

05-07-2016, 02:10 PM	#4 (permalink)
Hiraeth DERP & DMT Antipodean Opaleye Join Date: Dec 2015 Posts: 9,632 Ministry RPG Name: Archer Grimm Stark Transportation	Kimmy <3 Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George Mason had avoided this room like the plaque last year. It wasn't that she didn't like music, far from it actually. She had been too hesitant to come in here, too scared that if she saw that piano, everything would come back. . . all those countless hours in that Room, mindless of everything except the ivory keys. . . But she was here now, standing in the middle of the Music-Room, her back to the piano. She hadn't touched one since that day in DA and it had awoken her love for music again. Her case floated behind her, it had been too heavy and she was far too lazy to drag the thing all the way from the Dungeons. She flicked her wand once, dismissing the spell. The case clattered unceremoniously to the ground, the instrument inside hitting the case-lining. Oops. Mason knelt beside the case, her hands opening every clasp in top-speed, she was cursing herself for her stupidity. You should have lowered it, idiot! When all the clasps had been undone, she threw back the lid. . . and gave a sigh of relief. It was fine, the cello was fine. Note to self: Don't ever do that again. She reached for the instrument's neck, fingers curling around the wooden surface. Mason lifted the cello from the case, careful not to drop it again. She got back to her feet, the cello in one hand, her wand in the other. She raised to Yew and pointing it to one of the stools, cast- "Accio, Stool!" The stool came rather tediously, legs scraping over the floor, but it came and that was all that mattered. When it finally reached her, she pocketed her wand and reached for the bow that still rested in the case. With everything she needed, Mason lowered herself onto the seat, drawing the cello to its full height between her legs. She took a deep breath and placed the rosined-bow onto the strings. She didn't have any sheet music, so she'd have to go along with anything that came to mind. . . she placed her fingers onto the board. Breath. __________________