Post by Amara Conway on Feb 8, 2008 0:01:10 GMT
Amara didn't have any classes that afternoon and had simply grabbed her trumpet when she went to her dorm room after lunch. She hadn't had much of a chance to play as she knew that people didn't like her playing her trumpet as it was loud. She thought once or twice that that might also be the reason why she wasn't liked as much as her little brother gave her credit for. She headed out of the common room and down to a place where she knew there weren't any classes being taught. It was on the north facing side of the castle so it was pretty chilly but that made the brass of her trumpet sounds better. She found a window with a wide sill and sat there, one leg bent to her chest with the foot against the other wall around the window and the other leg dangling off the edge.
She sat there for a long time, or so it seemed, just looking out of the window, thinking of things that made her smile. She didn't mind being alone, it meant she could play without any one commenting on her playing a false note or it being too loud. Mara found it strange how people were ok with a guitar but bring out any sort of brass or wind instrument and the cringing went around the room like a rotten smell. Here she could play to her hearts content and not bother too many people. She didn't really mind annoying people but if people are annoyed it meant they complain and poke and taunt you to stop and that while trying to play is always makes it difficult.
Licking her lips after much thought and relaxation, Amara lifted her shining trumpet to her lips and began to play. She heard the joyful song bounce off the walls and was happy with the sound. She continued to alternate playing and thinking through the afternoon and so the echoed sounds of a trumpet could be heard in Hogwarts if you knew what to listen for.
She sat there for a long time, or so it seemed, just looking out of the window, thinking of things that made her smile. She didn't mind being alone, it meant she could play without any one commenting on her playing a false note or it being too loud. Mara found it strange how people were ok with a guitar but bring out any sort of brass or wind instrument and the cringing went around the room like a rotten smell. Here she could play to her hearts content and not bother too many people. She didn't really mind annoying people but if people are annoyed it meant they complain and poke and taunt you to stop and that while trying to play is always makes it difficult.
Licking her lips after much thought and relaxation, Amara lifted her shining trumpet to her lips and began to play. She heard the joyful song bounce off the walls and was happy with the sound. She continued to alternate playing and thinking through the afternoon and so the echoed sounds of a trumpet could be heard in Hogwarts if you knew what to listen for.