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Zoe · 05-26-2018, 08:06 PM

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Originally Posted by Callie

It was getting in the evening and while the sun had dipped below the mountains that surrounded the school, it was still fairly light out. It'd be another half an hour before the final light of day was lost, at which point Quinnlin would pack her violin and her books back into bag and would head back into the castle and ready herself for dinner.

For now, however, Quinn continued to play her violin fiercely, her bow sliding angrily over the strings. She wasn't playing anything particular, just playing. The enchanted instrument sounding more like a string quartet than a solo violin. Music was an outlet for her, and tonight she was pouring everything she felt into her playing. She let her emotions drive hands and the bow; all the anger and bitterness and resentment she felt toward her parents and that letter flowing out of her and into the music. An original composition in the moment that would never be heard again.

And she was still angry. Even with everything with the Moons, and her future looking suddenly much more optimistic, she was angry at her parents, and that wasn't going to fade soon. She understood now why Puck had told her she needed to say everything she wanted to, needed to to her parents. It was the only way she'd be free of it.

Her book, currently displaying a book on magical theory, laid open and forgotten at her feet, its pages flapping in the wind. The cold of November had set in, which was partially why Quinn was up her, on the battlements rather than someplace warmer and with better acoustics. It was cold and none of her fellow students would be up here. It was just her, alone, the cold air biting her cheeks. The rest of her remained warm and snug in the many layers she'd put on; the black leather jacket Puck gave her made up the top most layer. It seemed to fit better with all the layers she had on underneath.

Even though this was her sixth year at Hogwarts, Regina still wasn't quite used to the bitter cold that can during the winter months. Even though she once taught at Ilvermorny and faced the chill of winter, she didn't think the two were quite comparable. It was why she did her best to keep to the castle, to make use of those heating charms and keep those fireplaces well lit. Even so, she still couldn't help but wrap herself in her warmest cloak.

She was casually making her way from having a casual chat with Celestia in her office, heading in the direction of the grand staircase when she heard the sound of a violin being played. Rather than continue her long trek down tot he Great Hall, she followed the sound, walking down a few corridors until she was standing at the base of the staircase that led to the battlements. Curious, she made the climb up the spiral stairs.

When she made it to the top and caught sight of Quinnlin, the woman just stood there, silent, listening to the music being played. She pulled her cloak closer to her, stopping the wind from biting at her cheeks. How the Ravenclaw could play under these conditions was astounding. But the cold didn't bother the girl; she, it seemed, was too focused on ... something else.

Then, after listening for a few moments more, Regina made her presence known with a quiet cough. "It's almost time for dinner, Miss Kevelle."

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Zoe Forum Manager Honeydukes Mod Quibbler Mod Werewolf Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Oz Posts: 64,921 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ariel Scamander Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Freya Snakebark Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Miguel Rosales Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Rajan Patil Ravenclaw Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Franklin Paton Law Enforcement Ministry Department Head: Almer Toots Transportation x8 x8	Bathes in Maple Syrup \| Dancing Lobster \| Moy Pomidor \| Seneca's Beard \| That Is So Fetch! Quote: Originally Posted by Callie It was getting in the evening and while the sun had dipped below the mountains that surrounded the school, it was still fairly light out. It'd be another half an hour before the final light of day was lost, at which point Quinnlin would pack her violin and her books back into bag and would head back into the castle and ready herself for dinner. For now, however, Quinn continued to play her violin fiercely, her bow sliding angrily over the strings. She wasn't playing anything particular, just playing. The enchanted instrument sounding more like a string quartet than a solo violin. Music was an outlet for her, and tonight she was pouring everything she felt into her playing. She let her emotions drive hands and the bow; all the anger and bitterness and resentment she felt toward her parents and that letter flowing out of her and into the music. An original composition in the moment that would never be heard again. And she was still angry. Even with everything with the Moons, and her future looking suddenly much more optimistic, she was angry at her parents, and that wasn't going to fade soon. She understood now why Puck had told her she needed to say everything she wanted to, needed to to her parents. It was the only way she'd be free of it. Her book, currently displaying a book on magical theory, laid open and forgotten at her feet, its pages flapping in the wind. The cold of November had set in, which was partially why Quinn was up her, on the battlements rather than someplace warmer and with better acoustics. It was cold and none of her fellow students would be up here. It was just her, alone, the cold air biting her cheeks. The rest of her remained warm and snug in the many layers she'd put on; the black leather jacket Puck gave her made up the top most layer. It seemed to fit better with all the layers she had on underneath. Even though this was her sixth year at Hogwarts, Regina still wasn't quite used to the bitter cold that can during the winter months. Even though she once taught at Ilvermorny and faced the chill of winter, she didn't think the two were quite comparable. It was why she did her best to keep to the castle, to make use of those heating charms and keep those fireplaces well lit. Even so, she still couldn't help but wrap herself in her warmest cloak. She was casually making her way from having a casual chat with Celestia in her office, heading in the direction of the grand staircase when she heard the sound of a violin being played. Rather than continue her long trek down tot he Great Hall, she followed the sound, walking down a few corridors until she was standing at the base of the staircase that led to the battlements. Curious, she made the climb up the spiral stairs. When she made it to the top and caught sight of Quinnlin, the woman just stood there, silent, listening to the music being played. She pulled her cloak closer to her, stopping the wind from biting at her cheeks. How the Ravenclaw could play under these conditions was astounding. But the cold didn't bother the girl; she, it seemed, was too focused on ... something else. Then, after listening for a few moments more, Regina made her presence known with a quiet cough. "It's almost time for dinner, Miss Kevelle." __________________