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hermionesclone · 01-16-2021, 11:18 PM

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Originally Posted by astrocat

Ash was playing the piano beautifully. Alone.

"Yeah, I quite miss home
'Cause it feels like poetry
When the rain falls down on the window
While you're in my arms
and we're watching the TV..."

It was a risk, singing a song by muggles, which was why Ash was doing it in the completely soundproof music room where people were unlikely to hear it. It was a pity, because it was good music. It went on for a while, until the end of the song. And then it was over.

Ash sat at the piano, suddenly full of regret. She looked at her arms, which had the faint outlines of erased art on them. She should have ran. When she had finished first year, she should have ran. Turned her back on the magical world and run for her life. Went into hiding, where nobody could find her. She had the money for it. So why hadn't she? When Ash finished first year, she should have told her friend how much she liked them, just in case. What if her last words to her favorite person were "See you next summer"? That would be all wrong.

The first eleven years of Ash's life had gone by too fast, and what if she never got to make up for it by doing the things that she needed to do? Everything was all wrong.

She sighed and started to play another song.

Sammy was on his way to the common room when he decided to make a small detour. Where was he going? Well, he was trying to find the Room of Requirement to hang out in for a short while, but his search had taken him somewhere else, instead. A different-looking corridor and, by the looks of it, a different-looking room as well.

Curious, the second year pushed open the door and peeked into the roo- ....... Oh. That was music. Music he'd never even heard of before, not even once. And what was more, there was already someone in this room, who was the one playing the piano!

That was it. He knew what he had to do.

He tip-toed his way into the room and towards an empty stool as quietly as he could. Uber quiet, even. He couldn't hide himself completely but maybe - maybe - he could be quiet enough so that she didn't even know he was part of the audience to her music-playing.

01-16-2021, 11:18 PM	#3 (permalink)
hermionesclone Gladrags Mod DMC & DMAC Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,841 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11	urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Quote: Originally Posted by astrocat Ash was playing the piano beautifully. Alone. "Yeah, I quite miss home 'Cause it feels like poetry When the rain falls down on the window While you're in my arms and we're watching the TV..." It was a risk, singing a song by muggles, which was why Ash was doing it in the completely soundproof music room where people were unlikely to hear it. It was a pity, because it was good music. It went on for a while, until the end of the song. And then it was over. Ash sat at the piano, suddenly full of regret. She looked at her arms, which had the faint outlines of erased art on them. She should have ran. When she had finished first year, she should have ran. Turned her back on the magical world and run for her life. Went into hiding, where nobody could find her. She had the money for it. So why hadn't she? When Ash finished first year, she should have told her friend how much she liked them, just in case. What if her last words to her favorite person were "See you next summer"? That would be all wrong. The first eleven years of Ash's life had gone by too fast, and what if she never got to make up for it by doing the things that she needed to do? Everything was all wrong. She sighed and started to play another song. Sammy was on his way to the common room when he decided to make a small detour. Where was he going? Well, he was trying to find the Room of Requirement to hang out in for a short while, but his search had taken him somewhere else, instead. A different-looking corridor and, by the looks of it, a different-looking room as well. Curious, the second year pushed open the door and peeked into the roo- ....... Oh. That was music. Music he'd never even heard of before, not even once. And what was more, there was already someone in this room, who was the one playing the piano! That was it. He knew what he had to do. He tip-toed his way into the room and towards an empty stool as quietly as he could. Uber quiet, even. He couldn't hide himself completely but maybe - maybe - he could be quiet enough so that she didn't even know he was part of the audience to her music-playing. __________________