Ari's fingers were itching to move over the strings of her cello--yet her feet were unwilling to carry her all the way to the grounds. So, she'd settle for the large window on the Seventh Floor.

She was wearing her converse knee-high boots over grey skinny jeans. For her top, it was a simple white button-up, with a velvet vine design on the back. One of her own creations. Around her neck was a silver tie, loosened slightly. And, of course, her dark, round glasses. In her left hand, she carried her large cello case. In the right, her red-tipped cane, which swept from side to side, almost lazily. Ari knew the castle all too well to need it; but one never knew if there was something there to be tripped over.

Feeling the warmth on the side of her face, Ari knew she had reached the window. She set down the case, popping open the latches and flipping open the lid. Collapsing the cane, she dropped it into the case, and pulled her wand out of the long pocket that was specially sewn on the left side. She felt for the scratch on the handle to be sure it was hers, then, muttering a rather handy spell, produced a simple chair. She sat after tucking her wand away and lifted the cello carefully out of the case, then the bow.

After subconsiously pushing her glasses close to her eyes and rubbing her neck--her fingers hesitating slightly on the small scar, she began to play. She could hear the steady music resonate down the corridor, lingering slightly as she changed key over and over. After only a moment, she was immersed, lowering her head slightly, getting her ear closer to where the powerful music was born, and it became an extension of herself as she played stronger and harder, jerking her arm back and forth as her fingers danced over the cords.

(OOC: You're Beautiful, James Blunt. The tune Ari is playing. One more thing, while I'm OOC--this post came out more poetic than intended.)