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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 20, 2009 16:57:04 GMT -5
Where the hell was she? All she wanted to do was go to an isolated place where she can play, and now she was lost in the forest. She gingerly held her cello case, making sure that it didn't bump into a tree. "Chikusho." she swore coming to a stop. Rayne sat on a log, the cello case lying before her. Opening it up, she looked at the shiny object. Pulling it out she smiled to herself, it was one of the few things that actually calmed her. Rayne turned the pegs, tightening the sting and tested them, she was satisfied. Her fingers went to the fingerboard, they moved up and down the neck before she finally pulled at her bow, shutting her eyes as the sound calmed her down, maybe she wouldn't need to find her way out, someone was bound to come and she would then ask for the way out.
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Post by Paris Célestin on Mar 26, 2009 13:38:37 GMT -5
Aimé wasn't in the forest when he heard the music. He was near the forest, flying overhead to satisfy his curiosity without breaking the rules. He knew what was in the forest; he'd read Hogwarts: A History, but all the same, seeing was a far different experience from reading. When he first heard music, his mind latched onto it like a siren song. There were no sirens in the forest, however, and so he swooped lower, finally recognizing the sound. Someone was playing a cello in the Forbidden Forest. Aimé circled until he hovered over the source of the sound. Then he descended through a break in the trees, landing a short distance away from a mahogany-haired girl.
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Post by Rayne Ashikaga on Mar 26, 2009 18:41:27 GMT -5
She didn't notice someone come near her. She was too busy not caring, too busy listening and feeling the music to pay attention. Her fingers were working on their own, her mind only focusing on the outcome. It was when she made one falter did she realize where she was and her surroundings.
With eyed dangerously narrowed, she glared at her fingers, as if they were their own life forces that failed her. She tightened her leg hold on the cello and removed her fingers from the fingerboard, flexing it keeping them from cramping. She was completly oblivious to the person standing behind her.
She placed her fingers back on the fingerboard, but her bow hand didn't want to move, she felt herself panic, this wasn't normal, maybe wanting to leave the forest was starting to affect her. She turned her head, looking at the trees in front of her, not even thinking someone would be behind.
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Post by Paris Célestin on Apr 6, 2009 23:39:41 GMT -5
Aimé did not want to interrupt. It was rare to see anyone so absorbed in something they so obviously connected with. Yes, he'd seen students playing quidditch, but most of them were half aware of the crowd, and many listened for the announcer as much as they listened for their own teammates. He had attended the symphonies and seen the masters play, as though nothing in the world existed. He himself was not gifted with such creative talents, but he recognized and respected them.
It was only when he realized that the girl was not playing again that he stepped forward, making his way quietly, but not silently. It wouldn't do to startle her, and again he had a thought of the sirens, who lured Muggle sailors to their ultimate demise. The thought amused him, and he cleared his throat lightly to gain the girl's attention.
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