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Bria’s heart raced as she carefully cradled the three small eggs nestled in a soft cloth she’d borrowed from her dorm. The nest she’d discovered in the tower patch seemed like something straight out of a storybook - a cozy, abandoned little sanctuary hidden amidst the wild thistles and ivy of the ancient stone tower. She’d known right away that the nest was abandoned because the eggs (three pale blue ones speckled with tiny, dark flecks) had been cold to the touch. There was no sign of the bird anywhere nearby, and no soft chirping or fluttering from the nest over the hours and day and some knuts she had spent observing it, just an eerie stillness. The type of bird, based on the speckled appearance of the eggs, looked similar to a Common Eider. Carefully, Bria had collected the eggs, convinced that perhaps she could hatch them herself since she had helped mum do precisely that with various other eggs prior to her coming to Hogwarts. Or maybe she ought to seek out Professor Paton about the eggs to ensure they had the best possible chance for survival - even if she was perfectly confident she could handle the incubation and hatching process on her own.
Her feet shuffled along the stone corridor as she passed by the music room and the soft, flowing notes of a violin drifted through the cracked door, immediately catching her attention. Bria paused, a smile tugging at her lips as she tiptoed backwards a couple of steps to frame herself in the doorway once again. The sound was so familiar, as though it carried an energy she could almost feel in her bones, and yet entirely foreign. Perhaps it was less the music itself and the feeling poured into the playing that was what resonated with her. Tucking the cloth against her chest, Bria carefully pushed open the door and peered through it, her eyes landing on a blond boy she recognized from the Hufflepuff house. She’d seen him around the castle and, of course, in lessons but hadn’t had a chance to properly meet him yet. His concentration was absolute, his brow furrowed in the most endearing way as his fingers and bow danced over the violin’s strings. The kind of concentration one might expect from a centaur focusing on a constellation or smoke rising from a fire.
Bria leaned against the doorframe for a moment, captivated. She was hesitant to interrupt but, realizing she’d never met him properly, she cleared her throat softly, hoping to grab his attention without disturbing the melody too abruptly. "Hi," she said, her voice quiet at first, then a bit more confident. "I’ve seen you around. You’re in Hufflepuff, right? Um, Addyson's brother, I Think? That was... beautiful. What's it from? It felt familiar."
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