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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 26, 2006 19:34:38 GMT
Grace had left the Great Hall quickly after lunch. She wanted to leave. She walked along a corridor, then doubled back, and retraced her steps forwards again, thinking of her favourite thing to make the time pass. She turned around to where a large door had magically appeared. She smiled at the door and hesitantly put her hand on the round gold door nob. Grace looked up and down the corridor just to make sure no one had noticed her leave and followed her. Confidant she had not been followed, Grace turned the nob and slowly pushed the door open and walked in. Behind the door was a large circular room, with a high ceiling and a chandelier hanging from it. There were no walls in this room, no walls built of brick, at least. Instead, the walls were mad of glass. Through the cold glass, she could see the warm sun setting against a dark horizon. She did not know where the room was but for some reason she could tell it was high up and far away, just how she wanted it. The room was mostly empty, except for a large grand piano in the center of the room. The corner of her mouth twitched and she ever so slowly put one foot in front of the other and began to walk towards the piano. Could it be? she thought. Almost there now, no it can't! Grace stretched out a quivering hand and layed it on the cold dark wood of the piano. "It's just like grand fathers," she mumbled, running her hand along the keys of the old thing. She sat down on the dark wood chair with a deep red cushion on it. She put her hands in position began to play a tune, "and sounds like grandfathers too!" she giggled. She played her favourite song and eventually began to quietly sing along. Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello, I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to
Hello
If i smile and don't believe
Soon i know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me I'm not broken
Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry
Suddenly i know I'm not sleeping
Hello, I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday Grace stopped singing but played the song again. She just listened to the music and felt the warm sunshine on her cold face in the cold room. |
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jul 29, 2006 10:55:10 GMT
Girty was skipping happily along the corridor. She was minding her own business when the soft sound of a piano filled her ears. She stood still and rubbed her nose. "That is strange" She muttered to herself before walking farther along, following the sound. It began to get louder.. she must be getting closer. She then saw a large door. "Strange"Girty said again. She put her ear against the door and could hear the music was coming from inside and also a small voice singing. "I wonder what is in there...."Girty broke off. "I know that song." Slowly she pushed open the door and looked around. There she saw Grace playing on a piano. Girty moved closer to Grace. "Very nice Grace." She smiled. "A random song to chose though. You could have chosen a more famous one." Girty moved a away a bit and sat on the floor. "I can not play on the piano but i can sing a bit" She giggled and started to tap out a tiny beat.
I'll miss the winter
a world of fragile things
look for me in the white forest
hiding in a hollow tree
i know you hear me
i can taste it in your tears
holding my last breath
safe inside myself
are all my thoughts of you
sweet raptured light it ends here tonight
Girty broke off and looked at the floor. She stood up and looked at Grace. "Sorry to disturb you.. I will leave you to your playing" |
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Jul 29, 2006 21:59:57 GMT
Fernand walked down the corridor at a quick pace. He found the familiar place where the room of requirement was, but the door was alreday there. He heard music inside and realized it was already in use. He turned to leave but his curiosity said better. He opened the door and quietly walked inside. Two hufflepuff girls were inside, "Hello." said Fernand with a small wave.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jul 30, 2006 22:02:03 GMT
Girty was just about the make her way out of the room when someone walked in.
"Oh hello. Sorry did not see you there." she looked at the boy and smiled.
"I have not seen you around much..pleased to meet you. I'm Girty Hubbles. The Hufflepuff loony."
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 31, 2006 18:47:40 GMT
Grace smiled at the keys as she heard Girty's voice behind her. Girty started to sing, so she started to play that song. She enjoyed playing and was glad she did not have to sing anymore. But Girty broke off.
"Don't worry," she said still playing, "carry on!" The a slytherin came in. "HI!" she called over the throng of the piano. "Come in." She began to play another song, "Girt? You know this one?"
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jul 31, 2006 18:53:50 GMT
Girty spun around and listened carfully. It then clicked in her head. She walked over towards the piano and smiled. I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase But once again Girty broke off and listened to the piano. "Beautiful instrument." |
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 31, 2006 19:04:10 GMT
Grace smiled and listened to Girty sing. She smiled when Girty mentioned the instrumental. She played it extra vigurusly, enjoying herself tramendisly. As she came tot the end of the instrumental she added her own little playful twist. She sighed and put her hands in her lap, looking out of the glass walls.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jul 31, 2006 19:15:20 GMT
Girty was amazed at Graces playing methods. She walked around to look over Graces back and when she stopped she took her opportunity. She leaned over her shoulder and played the small tune of twinkle twinkle little star. She giggled and stood up.
"It has never really been my area of skill." She moved away. "give me a racing car and then well your in my territory." She laughed and talked to herself as she walked up to the glass walls.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 31, 2006 20:15:59 GMT
Grace smiled at Girty's attempt to play. Lovely she thought and began to play on her her first ever classical exam pieces. She still remembered it like it was yesterday, though played it better. She smiled as the last few notes left her fingers and touched the keys. "Anything in particular you'd like to hear?" she asked, looking at Girty, the sun kissing the horizon.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jul 31, 2006 20:46:07 GMT
Girty turned around with a smile. She was amazed at how well Grace could play. Girty shook her head and her eyes grew wide in wonder. She slowly opened her mouth wanting word to float out. But instead a small croaky voice appeared.
"I do not know....Show me how far your talents lie and i will smile and stare in wonder of your playing."
Girty then looked at there other guest in the room.
"Or maybe you have a choice in music?" She questioned.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 1, 2006 15:15:43 GMT
Grace smiled at Girty, then too realized how rude they had been in ignoring the slytherin. She turned her body and faced him. "Yes, what would you like to hear?" she asked with a playful smile on her face.
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Aug 2, 2006 16:23:41 GMT
"Ah I dont favor piano. I would much rather play the guitar. In fact thats what I was coming here to do. You are very talented at the piano. Keep playing, I like your style." Fernand conjured up a chair and took a seat and stared at Girty intently.
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Aug 2, 2006 20:46:12 GMT
Mort ran down the hallway at top speed until he came to the familiar part in the hall. He stopped looking suprised to see it in use. He opened the door and wandered inside. Inside was a slytherin boy he had seen before and Two Hufflepuff girls." Uh Hello, sorry to barge in here. The name is Mort by the way. Mort Rainey." and he looked at each of them in turn.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 2, 2006 22:39:17 GMT
Grace stared at Fernand in fascination but was denied her pondering by another slytherin coming in. She tore her eyes away from the older boy and smiled at the new comer. "Welcome," she said loudly, listening for the echo, "I'm Grace Marks, nice to meet you. That's Girty Hubble over there-" she gestured towards Girty "-and this is... Fernand, if I recall correctly." She looked from Fernand to Mort and smiled, "do come sit, pull up a chair or something."
As she spoke she turned away from everyone to the piano. She lightly put her fingers on the cold keys and started playing again.
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Aug 2, 2006 23:02:09 GMT
"Here." said Fernand in a whisper trying not to inturrput Graces playing. Fernand conjured up a seat for Mort to sit on, and fernand went back listening to Grace play, lightly tapping his foot.
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