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Post by yuki on Aug 4, 2011 8:35:36 GMT -6
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] "If you told me to cry for you, I could"  "If you told me to die for you, I would" The white haired witch sat down at the piano, running her hand over the wooden cover before lifting it up, revealing the ivory and black keys. Again she ran her hand over them, so soft it was almost a caress. She hadn’t played the piano in a while and now was the perfect opportunity. She had finished all her homework and her friends were busy with who knows what. There was nothing to bother her. Placing the sheets of music in front of her, she couldn’t help but smile. Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, one of her favourite pieces from of the best classical musicians. Oh she liked many other classical artists and all believed they had great music, but Beethoven was one of her favourite.
Resting her hands on the keys she took a breath, her eyes glued to the sheets of music as her fingers begun gliding over the keys, the slow melody playing. Not long after she started playing, she found herself humming along to it. How could anyone dislike such beautiful work was beyond her. She kept playing, this time she closed her eyes and played the piece from memory, a smile appearing on her face as she hit every note perfectly, her fingers flawless and fluid as they flew over the keys.
Classical music always seemed to make her happy, no matter what was wrong, all she had to do was listen to it and melt away into the sound. She was often asked by her friends why she liked the 'weird music' but it was what she was brought up on and she would change it for the world. Just like archery, fencing and horseback riding. Oh yes her parents were that old fashioned, but she loved them nonetheless. Pressing on the last key, she sat up straighter and sighed, not realising that someone was listening in. |
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Post by DANTE TIAN-NING AU-YONG on Aug 6, 2011 15:28:36 GMT -6
It wasn't often that one walked along any random floor to hear well-played music coming from one of the rooms. Not only was it music, it was classical music. That was a slightly more rare occurrence. In his experience, only those who are trained in music ever play classical music. He felt that very few ever truly appreciated classical music in the way that it was meant to. There was so much depth and intricacies in those arts that are so severely lacking in today's music.
Due to his incredible love for classical music, Dante could not help but follow the sound of the music to the room. Standing by the doorway, the Asian could only watch in awe as the girl's hands glided across the keys, firm when necessary and soft when the music called for it. This mysterious girl certainly had skill. In fact, Dante could almost say that it was comparable to his cousin's skills of which he thought highly. The song had been very well executed, which was better than he could say for most musicians of any caliber. As a part of his musical training, he had had to learn to play the piano; however, he was nowhere near as talented as this girl nor his cousin. His true talent and skills become apparent when he plays violin, which he had spent a large portion of his life studying.
Dante closed his eyes as he let the wave of Beethoven's great work take a hold of him. Somewhere in the corner of his mind, he vaguely recognized the mysterious girl as being someone in his year, and a Muggleborn at that. But while such beautiful music was being produced, Dante could hardly care. The Ravenclaw could never fully manage to get his fill of well-played works of music even after he and his cousin had began their weekly playing sessions. His revulsion of voluntarily being in close proximity to a Muggleborn could wait until at least the piece was finished.
Following the last note, Dante opened his eyes and clapped politely. He had always believed that one should receive credit where credit was due, and this girl certainly deserved credit for her well-played piece. If anything, he would almost say that such praise is most necessary with musicians as encouragement and feedback. It was something that was definitely necessary for self-growth. Certainly, he had always enjoyed being told when he was doing well. “You play very well.”
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Post by yuki on Oct 10, 2011 23:11:59 GMT -6
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] "If you told me to cry for you, I could" "If you told me to die for you, I would" She believed music always soothed the soul and that’s what classical music done for her, she could play the same piece over and over for hours and never get tired of it. She would simply float away in the music, imagine she was in the story it was telling and simply let the world around her disappear. In a way she was thankful that her parents loved classical music; that they insisted that she learn how to play from such a young age. But classical music tutors were hard to come by, no matter how much money her parents waved around, one look at her and they declined, no doubt calling her a freak behind her and her parents’ backs. But she eventually got one and she was grateful. He had taught her that there was so much more to this nearly forgotten music that was once popular. People just didn’t take the time to really listen to it, to understand that these pieces of music each told a story.
Her breath hitched when she heard soft clapping. She didn’t believe that anyone else in the school enjoyed it. Perhaps it was a professor. Yes that was a more reasonable assumption and so she turned around to greet the professor. But what she found surprised her. A boy from her year was standing there. She had seen him around, wearing blue. Oh a Ravenclaw, she thought. Well at least he wasn’t a Slytherin; that was a plus. He spoke to her, saying she played well. Yuki couldn’t help but blush. Folding her hands in her lap, she found them more interesting than the boy standing in the room with her.
"Thank you," she replied softly, taking a deep breath before plucking the courage to actually look up at him again, "I didn’t realise that anyone else liked classical music here. I've always assumed I was the only one cause I’ve never heard anyone else play." She was rambling and she knew it, her blush deepened. Reaching up, she brushed a strand of white hair from her face.
"You you uh play?" she asked, referring to both the piano and to classical music. |
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Post by DANTE TIAN-NING AU-YONG on Oct 30, 2011 22:11:09 GMT -6
 For reasons that were beyond his comprehension, there was something strangely alluring about this girl. And he was almost certain it had nothing to do with her fairly unusual hair colour. While her hair was quite bright and noticeable, he felt that there was something more to it than that. After all, there were few people in the world who were truly interested in classical music. There were a number of people who faked at it to make it seem like they were smarter or for whatever dumb reason, but it was clear through the passion of her playing that she was not.
It was clear from her embarrassed blush that she was not expecting an audience to await her at the end of the piece. However, in spite of himself, he noted that she had a pretty blush, but what was he doing noting such things? He was an engaged man! And it was so soon after he had berated his sister on the topic of being faithful to their arranged spouses, for shame!
"I didn’t realise that anyone else liked classical music here. I've always assumed I was the only one cause I’ve never heard anyone else play." “Well, I assure you that there is at least a small group of us that enjoy it,” He smiled disarmingly at her, hoping to calm down her nerves. “It's like being part of a secret society where no one else knows the members,” he remarked pensively as if making the observation for the first time. With a brief shake of his head, Dante put that strange thought away. “I, for one, do play, but hardly ever in this room. Or else you would have heard me play sometime in the last seven years.”
Based on her gesturing, it was unclear as to what it was that she was asking exactly. “I can play on the piano if that's what you're asking. But I have to admit that most of my classical training is on the violin,” he replied helpfully.
All the while that he was leaning against the door, Dante couldn't quite comprehend why he was still sticking around. There was something intriguing about this girl, certainly, but he was also wholly aware of the fact that she was a Muggleborn, hence a persona non grata. So why was he prolonging his time with this girl? What would his grandmother think of this?
(( So so sorry about the wait >_< And  , I forgot that they're not in the same year, my bad. This is what happens when you write posts on buses without information. )) |
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Post by yuki on Nov 25, 2011 7:46:19 GMT -6
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] "If you told me to cry for you, I could" "If you told me to die for you, I would" She could feel her face grow hotter underneath his stare and she averted her eyes. The girl couldn’t quiet fathom why she couldn’t look him in the eye. Maybe it was the feeling of his eyes on her, and she subconsciously wondered if he was judging her. The Japanese girl took a deep breath, letting the cool air fill her lungs. It helped calm her down and she felt the heat recede.
“Well, I assure you that there is at least a small group of us that enjoy it,” Really she thought, how come she didn’t know about this group, how come no one had approached her. Oh...oh she thought. She couldn’t help the thought that the group was only comprised of purebloods enter her mind. Or maybe it was because she was a muggleborn that no one wanted her in anything, seriously it sucked being a muggleborn, but she couldn’t and wouldn’t change it for the world, all those judgemental people could go and shove it, she thought. A thought she would never dare say out loud in front of her parents, she could just imagine the scolding she would get if they even knew she had those type of thoughts. It is unbecoming of a lady, she could just picture them saying to her.
“It's like being part of a secret society where no one else knows the members.” Oh so it seemed like even he didn’t know the ones that like classical music. Well then how did he know there was a small group of people, how did he know that it wasn’t just the two of them in such an exclusive group. She would very much love to meet those who appreciated it, but she had no idea where to start looking, or how. Once more he spoke, this time answering her question. Ah so maybe that was why she hadn’t heard him play, the violin was much easier to transport around the school, heck he could have played in the forbidden forest if he so wished it, but with a piano, people would have most likely gotten suspicious if they saw her trying to haul it down a corridor. She finally summoned enough courage to look at him once more. Tilting her head to the side, she frowned.
"Please take no offense, but I just can't imagine someone like you with such a delicate instrument," she hadn’t meant for it to slip out, but at least she had said it in a more polite way that what she had been thinking.
"But I’m sure you're excellent with it, I myself never did have much luck with the violin, I always found it hurt my shoulder after a while. That's why I like the piano; I don’t have to keep something constantly lifted up to my chin." And now she was rambling, Merlin she needed to get a rein on the mouth of hers before she said something that she'd regret. |
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Post by DANTE TIAN-NING AU-YONG on Dec 8, 2011 22:51:55 GMT -6
Admittedly, it was a bit troubling that she was refusing to meet his eyes. Was it something that he did? He couldn't tell. She was hiding herself too much from him. But then again, could he really blame her? He was just some stranger who managed to intrude on her private time. Dante couldn't say with certainty that he would take a similar intrusion with the same grace she was exhibiting. However, his fears were soon allayed when she looked up once more.
"Please take no offense, but I just can't imagine someone like you with such a delicate instrument," Dante frowned sightly, unsure of how he felt about the statement. Simply being asked to not take offense to something does not necessarily mean that one does not. And if he were entirely truthful, Dante wasn't sure if he was offended. On one hand, someone who had been playing the instrument since the ripe young age of three did not like being told that said instrument would appear out of place... well, something had to be wrong with that. On the other hand, the common man would generally not like to be associated with things that can be described as delicate. But hearing her next words gently reassured him for reasons inconceivable to him. Was it possibly because she was opening up to him a bit more? Or was it simply because they were now actually conversing? Why did he seem to care so much that they were? His family with the exception of Charmian would undoubtedly dislike the conversation in its current form, never mind the very idea of its continuation.
“Well, I blame my parents for setting me to learn it at such a young age. I just got used to it before I knew any better,” he answered with a mirthful smile. In truth, Dante could remember some portions of his younger childhood where his shoulder and neck ached from the strain of practicing for hours on end. However, his absolute need to please his parents allowed him to push through it for the most part, or at least, he liked to think so. “I can understand why you enjoy the piano. It's a very versatile instrument. But personally, I still favour the violin. You'll have to excuse me since it is my first instrument. I've grown rather attached to it.” he said with a smile.
Dante paused briefly as he turned the offer over in his head. “To make things fair since I've heard you play, and beautifully might I add,” he said with a smile, “I'll play for you sometime.” The pause was not so much that he didn't want to play for her. In fact, Dante rather enjoyed playing for him. He liked receiving feedback on his playing. The implications of such an offer was clear in his mind. If she were to accept his offer, that would mean that he would be willingly spending his time with a Muggleborn. However despite knowing that his grandmother would not be at all happy to see one of her grandsons interacting with a Muggleborn, Dante couldn't help but feel compelled to continue speaking to this girl. There was this allure and beauty to her that the Ravenclaw couldn't quite pull himself away from.
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Post by yuki on Jan 26, 2012 18:47:16 GMT -6
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] "If you told me to cry for you, I could" "If you told me to die for you, I would" There was something about the Ravenclaw that was intriguing yet at the same time he was...she couldn’t put her finger on the right word, but forbidden seemed like a good enough on to use. It made her want to get to know him more, something she never really felt before, well when it came down to other men. Maybe it was just the passion they shared for the classics. Yes, she thought, that had to be the reason, why else would he want to stick around. He was smart, well mannered and good looking, surely there were some girls that were so much better than her waiting for him.
“Well, I blame my parents for setting me to learn it at such a young age. I just got used to it before I knew any better,” Ah she knew that feeling all too well. Having been brought up in the upper class muggle society, her parents had high expectations of her, expected her to learn how to do things. Honestly she had no idea what they were hoping for when they forced her to learn everything she knew, maybe they had ulterior motives, god she hoped not. She didn’t even want to think of that.
"I was forced to learn at a young age too, among having to learn other things," she replied. Archery, horseback riding, politeness, sometimes it did get tedious, but she wouldn’t change it for the world.
“I can understand why you enjoy the piano. It's a very versatile instrument. But personally, I still favour the violin. You'll have to excuse me since it is my first instrument. I've grown rather attached to it.” She nodded, wasn’t it always the first instrument that a person played become their favourite. Well most of the time. The piano would forever be her favourite. And although her parents had forced her to learn it at such a young age, she was thankful. It allowed her to portray her emotions without speaking a single word, allowed her to delve into a story that was not written like a novel. With the passion he spoke with, he must have felt the same as her, either that or he was a good actor.
Yuki couldn’t help but smile as he spoke of how beautifully she played. At least the blush stayed at bay. Was it really that good, she wondered. Surely she had made a mistake or two in it, but it was nice to hear that he appreciated it. What surprised her though was his offer to play for her sometime.
"I'd like that. You can prove me wrong," she said, the smile on her face growing. She usually didn’t like others proving her wrong, instead she liked proving others wrong, but for him and for music she could make an exception.
((sorry about the wait)) |
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