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 Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 3:31 pm
Ghaleon Elmerast, Ravenclaw, 5th Year
Ghaleon watched Rose run over to talk to the Ravenclaw, she always had a way of meeting new people that he could just never bring himself to do. Though not interrupt the two's conversation he felt a bit bad for the Second Year feeling like she wasn't very well noticed by others. Ghaleon felt like that himself until he'd met Rose, his Girlfriend certainly had a way of 'breaking people out of their shell' so to speak.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 8:33 am
Gryffinclaw Chaser, House Perfect and Unicorn Lover/Enthusiast  "Compare the way my body looks to the magazines
Don't know why everybody's buying into the scene
So I'm gonna drive down the boulevard
Not caring who has a faster car
Tone down the makeup and the noise
'Cause what's inside will bring the boys...
Rose smiled and shook her hand kindly. "Oh don't worry! Bit shy, are we. Everyone is sometimes. nothing to worry about. You just have to wait for the right time to change from that cocoon into a butterfly, you know?" She wondered if she was making any sense. She sounded like a kindergarten teacher.
Rose gasped. "No one notices you!? But you have such a pretty face! Plus you have like the bluest eyes I have ever seen. Well, I say, if no one notices you then you have to make yourself noticed. I would just go up to people and talk to them. Plus if you ever need anyone to talk to. You can come to me, Lily, Fionna and Alex, the other fifth years. We would be happy to talk to you." She smiled. This girl was so quiet but sweet. She liked it.
She realized she should probably introduce Ghaleon into all of this. Kind of rude just to leave him over there. "Oh yeah! You see that hopelessly attractive guy with the blue hair sitting on the couch over there? That's my boyfriend Ghaleon. Do you have a favorite subject,Kara?" Rose was quite talkative. But she couldn't help it, that was the way she was. No one could change her.
((Out-Of-Candy (Oh noes):)) I don't wanna look like you because
You're too perfect, too perfect
And I don't want to fill your shoes because
It's not worth it, it's not worth it
I don't fit the mold
I am real
Too colorful to conceal
Imperfect is the new perfect
Imperfect is the new perfect"
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 9:33 am
 ------------------------------------------------------ Kara wasn't quite sure what to make of this new aspect in her day. She wasn't prepared to talk with anyone at all, let alone this girl. Just when she though things couldn't get any stranger than they already had, Rose started talking to her about coming out of her cocoon, not exactly something Kara had even considered since arriving at Hogwarts. She had been perfectly content to just hang back and get through this so she could move on after school into a brand new life. But, then again, what kind of life would she have after Hogwarts if she didn't actually know...anyone? Perhaps Rose had a point, maybe she did need to come out of her shell a bit. "Well. yeah..no one really notices me usually. You're uh...the first person I've actually talked to since I got here... She trailed off the last bit of that sentence, not really meaning for it to come out. Hopefully Rose hadn't actually heard her, she might melt into the floor out of sheer embarrassment.
Out of nowhere, Rose pointed out the boy she'd been talking with just before this encounter, seemingly to introduce Kara to more people, whether she liked it or not. The boy, Ghaleon apparently, was pretty cute, but not really Kara's thing. He seemed a bit too pale, and the blue hair kinda stuck out against his skin. "He seems nice. What's with his hai-" Kara stopped midword, afraid it was a topic he didn't like mentioned, deciding to move on to yet ANOTHER of Rose's topic jumps. "Well, I like Charms I guess..I kinda have a knack for them. How about you..?" Asking a question? A real question?! This was a leap for Kara and she was hoping it would turn out alright. --------------------------------------------------------------
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 3:43 pm
Ghaleon Elmerast, Ravenclaw, 5th Year
Ghaleon's curiosity got peaked a bit at the mention of himself, to be honest he himself still wasn't all that good with getting to know new people. Still if he had a chance to say anything of interest while his girlfriend was talking to the girl named Kara he'd be certain to throw something in.
At that he was a tad curious as to why the second year stopped asking her question about his hair, and just for the seer sake of it answered the unfinished question anyway. "It was caused by an explosion from a rather unusual spell hitting a potion. It really didn't cause any damage to the area, or any physical harm.. just bluish hair, quite a rather random side effect to be honest." He said with a hint of a smile, there wasn't any need to go into the longer version of the story after all.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 1:52 pm
------------------------------------------------------ Apparently Kara's question had managed to get out a bit more than she thought. Her cheeks turned a bright red, clearly showing just how embarrassed she was for asking such a question, and in turn humiliating her even more. Just when she was starting to make a friend or two, she had to go and blow it by talking about the hair. IT WAS ALWAYS THE HAIR! Well, maybe not always...in fact, this was the first time hair has ever really been the subject of Kara's scorn, but somehow, she was certain it would not be the last. Then again, maybe she was just overreacting. Ghaleon didn't seem too upset by her inquiries, really. As a matter of fact, he seemed pretty used to it. Who'd have thought his blue hair would be something that got brought up in conversations often?
"Wait, your hair got changed from an explosive potion? What kind of potion had you been brewing up for it to have that kind of effect? And what spell exactly got cast at it? Was the spell said wrong or anything? Did it have some purpose in the potion that went horrible awry?! Why di---"Oh jeez...she was doing it again. Whenever somebody mentioned an unusual effect of magic or some unforeseen result of unusual combinations Kara sort of went into a questioning flurry. She always wanted to know everything about what had happened, sometimes going as far as attempting to recreate the exact situation. This last part sometimes led to some...interesting explanations. Like when she had blown up half of her bed attempting to recreate a scenario she had read about where a young wizard had mixed a Love potion with a feather to create the equivalence of Cupid's arrow. Granted, she had read it in a gossipy magazine while she was picking up school supplies, but that still didn't explain fully why instead of a first class ticket to love she ended up having to spend a full month on a bed only two feet across... --------------------------------------------------------------
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 2:59 pm
 I can tell by the way you xxxxxxxxxxxxtalk the talkxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx that something ain't going your way
'Cause your jeans too tight and your hair ain't right,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwell we all have some of those days
xxxxxxxxxxxxxJust take another d e e p b r e a t h,
try to hit your reset,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx you know that I can relatexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx♡xxx♡
Put your hands in the air now, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlet me hear you shout out, don't be goin' M I A ████ ██████ █ ████ ██ ███ ███ ██ ██████ ι αм кιєяяα, нєαя мє яσαя! → → (ιи fяєи¢н!) ████ ██████ █ ████ ██ ███ ███ ██ ██████ " Kierra had been cheering to herself when she had finally discovered where the entrance to the common room was. She had been speaking and walking herself in circles with the map; It was safe to say that Kierra had no sense of direction. When she came up to the entrance way, she was asked a question, and it was quite an interesting one. The door seemed to recognize Kierra as a new student, and told her that it would go easy on her. "What is heavy forward, but not backwards?" It took her only about three seconds, and the answer came to her. She smiled to herself, and said "Not."This coming from a girl who was new to the English language, realizing that ton and not made sense would have been something even for a regular English-speaking person to understand. The door seemed to applaud, and it told her that he would try a more difficult one on her the next time around. When the door came open, she walked on in, and was amazed by the high ceiling and the lovely things she was seeing. She felt at home. "
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 4:30 pm
I can tell by the way you xxxxxxxxxxxxtalk the talkxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx that something ain't going your way
'Cause your jeans too tight and your hair ain't right,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwell we all have some of those days
xxxxxxxxxxxxxJust take another d e e p b r e a t h,
try to hit your reset,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx you know that I can relatexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx♡xxx♡
Put your hands in the air now, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlet me hear you shout out, don't be goin' M I A ████ ██████ █ ████ ██ ███ ███ ██ ██████ ι αм кιєяяα, нєαя мє яσαя! → → (ιи fяєи¢н!) ████ ██████ █ ████ ██ ███ ███ ██ ██████ " Kierra looked around, taking in everything beautiful and amazing there was to take in. It was the perfect color combination, the bronze and the dark blue filling the room. She adored the room setup as well, loving the couches and chairs, the high-set ceiling and the statue bringing her a lot of attention. She approached one of the windows, though, knowing that she would probably end up in some sort of hyperventilation thing. But, she needed to know how high she was, so she could prepare heself from any possible falls. That was one thing about her that everyone found très bizzare, or very strange. As she approached the window, the fear sprung in her eyes very quickly, and you could see that she was very afraid of the height she was seeing. She could hardly make out the ground from where she was, and she had to back away slowly to get away from the fear.
As she came away from the window, she did start to breathe pretty heavily. "Pas Bon, Paaas bon..." She was speaking in French, meaning she was thinking in French, meaning that if anyone tried to speak to her, they would get nothing out of her. She found her way to the nearest seat, and sat down, leaning back and taking deep breaths. She had panic attacks about her elevation and heights all the time, but this castle was so tall and high up that she didn't trust it. It was old and was most likely ready to fall over at any minute, so she just couldn't trust a building like that! She closed her eyes, and tried to distract herself with what the door was saying to her just outside the common room. "Quel est lourde mais pas avant en arrière?" That riddle wouldn't have worked in her original language whatsoever. She would have never gotten the answer, because 'not' in French was 'pas' and ton in French was 'tonne'. She was rather proud of herself for understanding énigmes de la langue anglaise, or riddles in the English language. It just meant that she was learning quickly."
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 6:00 pm
------------------------------------------------------ Somewhat lost in arguing with herself, Kara almost didn't notice another girl come in the common room. She looked to be about the same age as Rose and Ghaleon, but she couldn't be sure just by looks alone. The way she looked around the room made it pretty obvious that this was one of the first, if not the very first, times she had ever seen the place. She appeared to have some sense of upper class style, certainly more than Kara was used to seeing. That level of poise and fashion, however, just served to make it even more shocking to watch it all crumble instantly as she looked out the window. The girl appeared to be having a nervous breakdown in the middle of the common room.
Kara wasn't entirely sure what she was supposed to do in this situation. The girl didn't appear to be in any physical pain or danger, but she certainly seemed to be having some troubles in her mind. In fact...was that French she was speaking? Kara had learned a little French during her library trips, but not nearly enough to make out exactly what she was saying, and certainly not enough to console her in any way. Heck, Kara wasn't even sure this girl spoke English at this point. Either way, she had to do something, opting to stare blankly and point at her, hoping Rose or Ghaleon would have a better idea of what to do. --------------------------------------------------------------
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 6:45 pm
I can tell by the way you xxxxxxxxxxxxtalk the talkxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx that something ain't going your way
'Cause your jeans too tight and your hair ain't right,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwell we all have some of those days
xxxxxxxxxxxxxJust take another d e e p b r e a t h,
try to hit your reset,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx you know that I can relatexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx♡xxx♡
Put your hands in the air now, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlet me hear you shout out, don't be goin' M I A ████ ██████ █ ████ ██ ███ ███ ██ ██████ ι αм кιєяяα, нєαя мє яσαя! → → (ιи fяєи¢н!) ████ ██████ █ ████ ██ ███ ███ ██ ██████ " Something came over her as she sat there trying to calm herself down. It was almost as if another fear took over at that very moment. She looked around, and decided that making a fool of herself was probably what she had been succeeding at doing right then and there. Who would have that abnormal fear, as a wizard, no less, who would soon be able to apparate, that she couldn't be anything more than two feet off the ground? Just her, that was it. She took a few deeper breaths than before, and cleared her mind. She didn't want to be seen as the freak here. That wouldn't be good. As she sat up, she looked around to only notice that there were quite a few students in the room. Or well, there were three or four. That was enough to get noticed though, and that was something she did not want. Kierra faced her fears rather quickly, although she didn't get over them. No, the fear ot heights would haunt her for quite some time. Kierra stood up and decided to ask someone how to get to her room, or if she even had a room. For all she knew, they all shared a floor space, or were trapped in the attic of the school or were forced to sleep on the roof or-.. Her mind calmed down enough for her to approach a girl who looked a bit younger than herself.
Kierra offered her hand to the girl, smiling and making herself as friendly as possible. "Hello. I am Kierra. I have... a.. question. Can you show me where I would... ehhh... Where my bed is?" She knew the word for ton, and knew it meant heavy or a lot. She knew about the different houses, and knew what the entrance way was saying to her. But she didn't know the word for dormir? She was drawing a blank on it, so she went around the word by asking where her bed might be. Maybe this girl wouldn't have any clue, and Kierra was making a complete fool of herself for assuming that she would. But, Kierra had a feeling that she would know. Afterall, this house was for the intelligent ones she knew. The girl had to have some sort of clue where she would be staying."
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 5:35 am
I can tell by the way you xxxxxxxxxxxxtalk the talkxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx that something ain't going your way
'Cause your jeans too tight and your hair ain't right,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwell we all have some of those days
xxxxxxxxxxxxxJust take another d e e p b r e a t h,
try to hit your reset,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx you know that I can relatexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx♡xxx♡
Put your hands in the air now, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlet me hear you shout out, don't be goin' M I A ████ ██████ █ ████ ██ ███ ███ ██ ██████ ι αм кιєяяα, нєαя мє яσαя! → → (ιи fяєи¢н!) ████ ██████ █ ████ ██ ███ ███ ██ ██████ " Although, the girl seemed to be dumbfounded, Kierra didn't take offense to it when she couldn't point her in the right direction. She just assumed that it was her accent or something that threw her off. After all, she was speaking French just moments before she started to pop out English questions. Kierra decided to go explore for herself. She walked up the stairs and towards the multiple doorways. As she started to walk up the stairs, she wondered why there were a few boys up there. She would have to share a room with boys? She did have two brothers, but they were all older, and they wouldn't have any interest in her like others in the male specimen would. This started to make her nervous. It was when one boy told her that she was in the wrong place that she felt like an idiot and went back down the stairs. She went up the wrong set of stairs. Once she started going up the other ones, though, she found herself with other girls who just smiled and waved, never spoke to her, and let her be on her own as she explored. It was rather interesting to see all of the different rooms, ones for what seemed to be the younger kids, and ones for kids her age and older. She liked all of this. When she found the room that seemed to be the right one, Kierra walked in, and by surprise, all of her stuff was already by the bed. This school had more and more surprises for her every minute.
When Kierra sat down on the bed, she smiled, feeling that it was just as comfortable as the bed she would have slept in at home. The room was empty, so she wasn't sure what her dorm mates would look like, or if they would like her or not. They all seemed to have personality by the different way they stacked their stuff, and the things they put on the walls and everything. Kierra brought her own things to put on her wall, which was exciting for her, although she wasn't sure how others would feel about it. She went to the foot of her bed and put the code into her trunk, which popped open for her once she pressed the button. It wasn't electronic, which was good. She didn't like it when people went through her stuff, especially her brothers, which was one of the few things that annoyed her about them. Kierra started to dig through her stuff which was all organized and everything, and she pulled out some more comfortable clothing, knowing that she had some exploring to do today. Then it would be off to class and to get something to eat. She pulled out an old pair of jeans and an old t-shirt from back home, and she changed very quickly, since she had no idea where the bathrooms in this school were. That thought frightened her a bit, but eventually she would get over it once she found where they were. She hoped she didn't have to use the bathroom until then.
Once she was finished, she decided to close up her things, and get set down the stairs and out of the common room. She grabbed a book, a never-ending-ink quill, and her reading glasses for if she got bored of looking around. Kierra decided it was time for her to get out of the comfort of her new home, and explore her new town, meaning get out of the common room and get herself familiar with the school as soon as possible. "Okay, Hogwarts. Let me see you." She kept her wand in her boot, and she headed off to explore the school. "
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 5:28 am
ＪＵＳＫ ＦＡＲＯＮ The Mutt.  Ravenclaw 6th Year__________________
A high spirited, dark haired woman swept passed the perspiring man as he prepared to breach the Ravenclaw Common Room. Her face was quizzing and prepared, a clever tweak tainting the eyes that looked ahead with braced confidence. Jusk’s gaze lingered for merely seconds, the woman having swept out of sight, embarked on a mission. Hoarsely whispering a reluctantly spoken password, the clammy male entered the Common Room with anti-social intentions, his mind focussed only on showering away the sticky aromas unwelcomingly clinging to his tanned skin.
Numerous students claimed the blue satin chairs within the Common Room, grasped deep in conversation. Girls gossiped foolishly as guys carelessly laughed, tuning their ears toward their crushes or merely larking around, seethed in rebellion. Jusk dismissed the population with a tiresome grunt, proceeding into the room with tightened haste. Various shades of blue attacked at his eyes, reassuring him that wow, yes, he really was in the Ravenclaw Common Room. Such colouration the boy felt proved unnecessary and cold to gaze upon. He momentarily wished for the prospect of warm shades found in the Gryffindor Common Room, but clever pangs drew him back to the house his hear belonged in.
The thought of scaling more stairs racked feverishly at the mutt’s mind, yet he clambered up the stone anyhow, eager to enter the dorms and collapse upon his bed. A quick shower sufficed his body, cleansing skin and soothing muscles. Drenched and blind in liquid warmth, Jusk stood and bathed, ready to succumb to sleep yet satisfied he’d endured a beneficial athletic run. Clothing vanquished, Jusk returned to his bed, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist so to keep pride intact.
Dreams were advancing, poking at the eye lids of an almost unconscious life form. The mutt, buried under his dark blue duvet, embraced the darkness of sleep. His muscles flexed and limbs loosened as a relaxing state fell upon his body like a light drizzle of snow. Jusk’s mind altered to thoughts of his cello, locked securely in the music room, yearning to be touched by its master. Music was the boy’s passion. It allowed his mind to peacefully sensate, thoughts no longer blocked by uncooperative brain cells. How he dearly missed his cello, the reliable, beautiful toned companion. A bowless violin sat in a case under the bed. Stretching, a muscular arm extended, dangling toward the floor, feeling for the case housed on the floorboards. Though the cello was dormant, music still sat close to the wielder. Without the certainty of a musical presence, Jusk’s mind fluttered like an unsettled butterfly caught in a spider trap. He stroked the bobbly case gently, noting to himself that an hour of pleasant plucking upon the violin like a ukulele was necessary when he awoke. Thoughts of music crisp in his mind, the mutt drifted into a calming sleep, fingers still splayed upon the violin case.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 9:56 am
I can tell by the way you xxxxxxxxxxxxtalk the talkxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx that something ain't going your way
'Cause your jeans too tight and your hair ain't right,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwell we all have some of those days
xxxxxxxxxxxxxJust take another d e e p b r e a t h,
try to hit your reset,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx you know that I can relatexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx♡xxx♡
Put your hands in the air now, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlet me hear you shout out, don't be goin' M I A ████ ██████ █ ████ ██ ███ ███ ██ ██████ ι αм кιєяяα, нєαя мє яσαя! → → (ιи fяєи¢н!) ████ ██████ █ ████ ██ ███ ███ ██ ██████ " It was a rare sound to hear when Kierra Phoebe Rousseau stomped her little child-sized feet up the stairs toward anything. The girl who had been afraid of heights, who had always took careful steps anywhere she went to prevent herself from falling or hurting herself, had been lost inside her own anger at the headmistress after being excused and told that there was no reason for her to drop a class she was going to fail. Kierra had never once failed a class, never once done poorly in a subject, and never once had to worry about such things. It was a frightening feeling for her, and it was doubled with the emotions the class itself brought to her. The steps pounded under her angry feet, likely confusing those she passed. Her emotions, although angry, were also confused and softened by the other thing she had learned in the headmistresses office that day. Was it really possible for her twin to actually be in the building? What were the chances that her mother sent her to the school where her twin had been? It was all such a mystery to her, and she couldn't stand not knowing if her twin was in the school or not. They were bound to see each other eventually if they were in the same year.
The entrance way to the common room looked at her, and started to think out a riddle. He told her the last time that he would make it more difficult for her, and this made her nervous, for she wasn't sure whether or not the door knew that English was new to her. The door stayed silent for a long time, but it finally came up with a suitable riddle for her. "The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?" She had been so angry and confused that she forgot that a clear mind was always helpful when trying to get into the common room. It was obvious that it was a riddle for a person who spoke English. She thought about the question in French, wondering what the answer to the question really was. L'homme qui a inventé n'en veut pas. L'homme qui l'a acheté n'en a pas besoin. L'homme qui en a besoin ne le sait pas. Qu'est-ce que c'est?. She was coming to the idea of death with this question, and she wasn't sure why. "Pierre tombale?" She had no clue what the word for gravestone was, nor did she know the word for coffin. The door seemed to think that this was a funny one, and she stood there, stumped. "I do not know a lot of English, sir. I know zhe word in French, but, ehh... Not een Engleesh. C'est cercueil. The person who ees dyeeng Oould need eet, zhe persons who envented eet Oould not want eet, and zhe person who bought eet for a dead relateeve wouldn't need eet either. The place where zhe dead person would go." Kierra went around the word as much as she could, and the door sighed, feeling bad for the girl. He couldn't help that she didn't know the English language well enough to answer the riddle properly. He let her into the common room, and Kierra stomped on in there, feeling like an idiot herself not knowing the word coffin.
As she stomped on in, getting stares and looks from her fellow Ravenclaws, she found herself ignoring each and every one of their whispers and criticizing eyes. Each of them probably had experienced a bad day before, so it was not their place to judge her or her emotions. She climbed up the steps towards the fifth year common room, and went straight to her bunk, pulling the instruments out from underneath her bed. Her guitar case took up the majority of the space, but there was still a Viola and violin there, along with her flute and drum sticks. The viola would have to do for today, since her drums were locked away in the music class room, waiting for the day she had found her anger again to take out on them. She very violently pulled her viola case out from under the bed, and she flipped the dulled latches up to open the case. The energy and adrenalin inside of her flowed, but she forced herself to gain some control. If she got too angry with things, Kierra was likely to snap the bridge from excessively forceful playing, or snap a string tuning the poor beaten up viola. She slowed herself down tremendously, taking the old wooden bow out and carefully tightening the horse hairs that created the string bow. She pulled out her rosin from the case, pulling the bow delicately across the hardened tree sap. Although most turned their noses away from the smell, Kierra was soothed by the smell that came from her rosin. She put it back in the case, and pulled out the viola, along with its shoulder rest. The velvet rest slid onto the back of the viola, and she stood up, both the viola and bow in hand, ready to play.
She didn't even have to think when she pulled the bow across the D-string, as she started the third movement of the Georg Philipp Telemann viola concerto. It was her favorite one of Telemann's, and in her top ten favorite pieces for stringed instruments. It's Baroque style plucked at her heart strings every time, letting her emotions flow smoothly into her playing. The bow moved to her every will, taking her to the places she needed to go. Each technique was displayed as she let her fingers do the walking across the strings, playing each note with accuracy and delicacy. The viola had to be her favorite instrument in times like this. Stringed instruments were always her favorite instruments to play. She was a bit biased about them, knowing very well that she played the violin for the first time when she was about five years old. The viola came shortly after, and she fell in love with its low C-string, happily using it to make up her own pieces and playing concerts for her family. Her brothers never had the musical talent she shared with her mother, but she wasn't sure what to think when she discovered that she actually did not receive her musical talent from her. It came from her birth mother.
She poured her emotion into the solo, finishing it delicately, vibrato coming off beautifully and calming her down. That was all she needed, and Kierra was done for right then. But, she decided not to put it away. Instead, she traveled with it down the stairs to the common room, ready to make an appearance down there again. On hand grabbed the stair rail, the other holding the viola and her bow. She smiled sheepishly, still receiving looks from her fellow ravenclaws. A few were smiling, but it was probably because they heard her playing, and they didn't want to say anything to her. When she poured her emotions into a piece like that, she usually didn't pay attention to the quality she was playing it in. It was more of a way to relieve her stress. Now she knew she could handle the flying class, she just had to find a way to face her fears, or at least hide them.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 10:28 am
 Tyson CaffreyIf you are ashamed to stand by your colors, 7th Year Ravenclawyou had better seek another flag.  Tyson came to the common room after his encounter with Joyce. She was quite the odd person and seemed very old fashioned. It was as if she was placed here from a time ago and she didn't seem to care what others thought. She had good manners as she seemed to have been taught but she seemed to have no emotions. He couldn't even fathom what her life had been like. Tyson wanted to get her to open up but did not know how to do so. Maybe something would come to him eventually, but for now he would go practice his flute as he promised himself to do. He didn't want to look like a fool at music class for lack of practicing!
He quickly answered the riddle given to him and entered the common room grinning at everybody inside. Luckily, there were not too many people here today. He would not want to seem like a nuisance while practicing. If it bothered anybody he would promise to stop. He went up to the boys dormitory to grab his flute. His flute was actually not the traditional silver. It was custom made with an engraving on its purple frame. It was top of the notch and it was his love. He quickly pulled it out of the case hidden in his trunk and made his way downstairs to the common room.
Tyson had thought he heard something while in the boys dormitory and he truly had been for when he passed by the girls dorm he could clearly hear the sound of a string instrument probably a viola playing a familiar song. He listened to the musician as they played hearing it come down faintly from the girls dorm knowing full well that he could not go up there. When the viola was done playing, Tyson took up his flute and began a song by the same man Telemann Flute concerto in D. He played leaning against the back of one of the empty couches near the dormitory stairs. Tyson played often with his eyes closed to get further involved in his music, so he did not notice Kierra come down the stairs.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 2:55 pm
I can tell by the way you xxxxxxxxxxxxtalk the talkxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx that something ain't going your way
'Cause your jeans too tight and your hair ain't right,
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try to hit your reset,
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Put your hands in the air now, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlet me hear you shout out, don't be goin' M I A ████ ██████ █ ████ ██ ███ ███ ██ ██████ ι αм кιєяяα, нєαя мє яσαя! → → (ιи fяєи¢н!) ████ ██████ █ ████ ██ ███ ███ ██ ██████ " Kierra finished her descent down the stairs, listening very carefully to figure out what the boy had been playing. She knew right away that it was of Baroque style, which meant he was pretty advanced with the flute to be able to make that sound come across. She also knew that it was a Telemann. If only she could remember whether or not there was a violin part to that. It hit her when he got half way through, and she could see the notes flying past her eyes. Kierra came closer, waiting for him to finish his solo. She came closer, plucking the notes on her viola as if it were a guitar or a ukulele. It was soft enough that he probably wouldn't have noticed, but she wasn't sure. She closed her eyes, marveling in the beautiful sound he was creating with his instrument. Those notes and runs were so long, and she knew that from experience, playing it herself before. She had been playing the flute for quite some time herself. Well, actually, it had only been four years.
The boy had finished, and she smiled, still plucking away on her viola, enjoying the ending of his piece. She stepped a little closer, and clapped as she placed her Viola in the natural resting position. "You are very talented, monsieur." She put her viola up to her chin, ready to play. She wanted to know if he had the knowledge of another Telemann piece she rather enjoyed, one that was better suited for her violin, but she would adjust and play the octave down when it was appropriate. She fine tuned her viola very quickly, each string buzzing to the fifth, not making the warped sound when it was out of tune. It was strange, but she was thinking of yet another one of Telemann's concertos that are beautiful for Flute and Violin, and she hoped he would catch on. He looked like the type to know the next piece as it was. "Do you know thees one?" She started to play his concerto written for a flute and a violin, quickly pulling her bow across the strings and moving with the natural motion of the tune. The melody to this piece had been one she had admired for quite some time, although she was fretting about how she would reach the high notes. She would probably have to shift into seventh or eighth position, which wasn't impossible, but it was difficult enough.
She continued to play, listening carefully and making sure she played the tempo correctly. She loved to play with others, since she could relate better that way. When she and her mother had played this one, it was so much fun for her, and she wanted to play it again and again, although her mother was against the idea. It was just such a beautiful baroque piece, and it made her want to learn the flute badly. So, after that, she did. "
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Sparrow Puppy Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 3:18 pm
Tyson CaffreyIf you are ashamed to stand by your colors, 7th Year Ravenclawyou had better seek another flag.
A smile caressed Tyson's face when he heard the plucking of the viola he had heard sound faintly nearby. Tyson continued to play and held still for a moment after he finished before opening his eyes and taking his flute off his mouth. He held it lightly in his hands as his eyes landed on the owner of the viola who was now applauding him. "Thank you miss. You are quite talented yourself." He said in response to her compliment. Tyson had taken up flute as a hobby. He had never intended for it to become a passion but it did and now here he was.
He lifted his flute back up when the girl began to play again. It took him a few measures before he placed the piece, but when he did he quickly joined in. Telemann was one of his favorite composers and he knew most of his pieces or at least the ones that held flute parts. His fingers gracefully played the notes as he blew into the flute while listening to both himself and the viola to make sure he stayed with her. Tyson usually played solo so this was a bit of a challenge for him. He had always kept his playing secret especially from his parents.
Tyson surprised himself by being able to stay with her quite well and did not mess it all up. He ended and listened to her final note with a smile. "Yes I do." He said in response to her question before playing even though it was quite obvious. "I know most Telemann involving flute." He admitted to her. "He is my favorite composer." Tyson loved listening to him as well as playing him. He was not exclusive though he took a fancy to other composers as well and even dabbled in some more modern music including beatbox playing.
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