[RoR] Ebony & Ivory

[faithtait]

Tapping along an unheard tune with both hands either side of her breakfast plate, Faith couldn’t help but feel restless. It had been a good few months before she had set her slim fingers on the ivory keys of a beautiful piano. She longed to play, even if it was just one note, to hear the beauty of the instrument. This was the way Faith Tait showed her emotions, by playing the thing she knew what she could do best.

Sighing, she played with her croissant, fixated on desperation to get her hands upon a piano somehow. Flicking it back onto the plate, she stood up and made her way to the gryffindor common room. Waiting as a set of stairs began to move, she realised she was going in the wrong direction.

“Oh for merlin’s sake, it’s always something in this bloody castle” she sighed as she moaned. It was true, either it was the stairs, or a painting or passing ghost that made rather rude remarks to which Faith usually just cursed profanities at it or gave it the finger, depending on her mood. She couldn’t be dealing with idiotic people like that, they were just a waste of space, whether it be on the wall, or passing through one.

The stairs stopped, and she unwillingly finished gliding up them, forcing herself up by grabbing onto the thick carved banister, the feeling of it rather smooth beneath her fingers. Walking down a light corridor, she noticed a large door, which she had never seen before. Curiosity getting the better of her, she opened it slightly, and popped her head through to see what it was concealing. Noticing a grand piano set in the middle of a bright room, she looked around quickly to see any signs of life before sneaking into the room and rushing to the cushioned seat beneath the beautiful piano.

Grinning from ear to ear, she wasted no time in sitting at it, and pressing a key. Perfect. It was perfectly tuned. Pushing her fingers together, they cracked, and she moved them about as if warming them up...
She began to play a tune she had been working on in her head for months. Her mother was such a great pianist, and had the most beautiful voice, both skills she seemed to of passed on to her first daughter, thankfully. Her brother seemed to have gained her father’s brains, where as her younger sister gained neither really, she was just quiet.

Gracefully playing the song, she began to sing, causing an enormous grin to creep along her face...
[This is the song she is playing Click here]

[Blake Adams]

((woah beast of a post that! And ace too, i feel i may disappoint. And love the song btw! Amy lee’s hair is almost as long as mine there ))

Blake had been considered a saviour of the first years before, and today had so far just personified this idea. Just having to save some first year Hufflepuffs from acquiring their very own personal poltergeist. Harassing the non- living around hogwarts was not the greatest idea in the world, even at the best of times. However asking an already irked ghost ‘why?’ all the time, was just plain daft. And so once again, Blake had to talk the Poltergeist round with niceties, and flattery whilst allowing the lower years to flee. It was not overally difficult, Blake was constantly brimming with charm, humour and general airs and graces.

Due to this venture of his, Blake had found himself walking a random sixth floor corridor, when something drew his attention. Quite sure he could hear a piano, if he was not much mistaken. Beginning to believe that he was just hearing things, he continued on his way. Why on earth would a piano be in Hogwarts? From what he had heard, a piano was much more common in muggle societies. You only tended to find enchanted ones in the wizarding world, and they generally and most unfortunately, had a taste for fingers.
As Blake moved further down the corridor, the sound became steadily clearer. Drawing to a halt, he shook his head slightly, still uncertain as to what he was actually hearing. A little way down the corridor stood a door slightly ajar, the music seemed to be emanating from what ever lay beyond the door.

This was one room in Hogwarts in which Blake had never entered, he realised this as soon as he slipped through the slightly opened doorway. It did not take long to note the origin of the sound. A fellow Gryffindor sat at a piano, in the corner of the great room, black hair cascaded down her back. She had apparently not noticed his presence. Blake listened to her sing, he could not see her face, but from the amount of emotion she was putting into this piece, he could tell she sat there with her eyes shut.
Slipping slightly closer, as quietly as he could, he leant against the wall on the opposite side of the room to where she sat.
The song came to a close, with an elongated final note. Unsure whether to sit there silent or not and wait for another song or to make his presence known. Though he automatically began to applauder lightly, a few seconds after she had finished. “Beautiful, simply beautiful!” Blake declared softly, however his voice carried with ease through the room.

[faithtait]

Faith had been happily playing along, indeed with her eyes closed, feeling the keys along her way instead of watching the movements. It brought a deeper sense of enjoyment when it was played without looking at it.

Hearing a slight creek, she thought it was maybe her foot on the piano pedal, and carried on playing. Playing rather dramatically, she opened her eyes to play the last note, and lifted her hand high after it, making it seem like she was conducting a show. She sung the last note, and with that, she ended it with a smile, happy that she was finally able to play the song she had been going over in her head for weeks on end without the source to output.

“Beautiful, simply beautiful!”

The voice made her jump, so much so that she knocked over the piano stool she was currently sitting on, causing herself to fall over it backwards. Sighing, she couldn't help but laugh, and looked over to the where the voice cascaded from, to where stood a tall Gryffindor boy.

"You startled me, I didn't realise anyone was here" she blushed a little, still in a pale heap on the dusty wooden floor.


((Sorry about it being a little shorter haha, And thanks for the compliment, I hope I'm getting better at Roleplaying anywho Imi!))

[Blake Adams]

((Heheh nw’s, it was still a good length post! And aye your Rp’ing is ace, a hell of a lot better than my own! Oh well, Brian and cess (my brain cells) will not allow it to get any better it is too much for them to take already haha!))
Blake looked on a little in horror and slightly in shock, as the girl became startled by his presence. Falling off her stool in a lets say, somewhat less than elegant fashion. He began to rush forward to try and prevent her from falling. However it became all to clear that he would not make it to her in time. And a slight wince of his, was greeted by a quiet bump as she landed upon the floor.
It made Blake ever so slightly happier as the bump was acquainted by a laugh. He could not help but let a smile grace his lips. Secretly glad that he had not stumbled upon a ‘Oh no! I broke a nail!’ kind of lasses, who would seemingly bawl their eyes out for the net few hours, after such a ‘traumatic experience’.

“Ah, I do apologise miss. I was quite enraptured; I did not mean to intrude, or startle you for that matter.” Blake stated as he moved forward once again to come to her aide.
He then offered her his hand, to help her off the dusty floor. “Well what can I say, a rather sophisticated show of talent, followed by a just as talented acrobat display. I enjoyed the entire show thoroughly!” he chuckled as his sentence drew to a close.

[faithtait]

Faith accepted the oncoming hand and pushed herself up, pulling the stool with her and propping it upright once again. Flashing the boy a smile and mouthing the words 'thank you' she dusted herself off a little before extending her hand to his in a greeting.

"Well, I like to give a smashing performance" she grinned, emphasising the 'smashing' in connection to her falling flat on her bum. She always had a way of meeting people for the first time, something always happened to make her seem like a klutz.

"I'm Faith, Faith Ray Tait, but you can call me Faith, Ray-Ray, or Fait" she explained, realising she was probably going to confuse the poor lad with all the names she had just announced to him.

"So do you always sneak up on people like this, or just on people who are oblivious to your presence?" she pouted with a slight mischevious grin creeping along her lips.

[Blake Adams]

Blake helped pull the girl back to an upright position, smiling back at her as she thanked him. “No problem at all. I’m quite happy to help, and it was my fault in the first place.” As he finished this sentence he flattened the hair on the back of his neck a little, a guilty smile lain upon his features.
Then he noticed her extend her arm. Accepting her hand, he kissed it lightly. And stepped back.

“Oh yesh and what a jolly spiffing performance it was. Most smashing indeed!” Blake chuckled, he had put on a slightly pompous English accent as he stated this, it just had to be done properly.
Unable to do anything other than watch and hide his amusement as the girl suddenly began to reel off, many nicknames. “Err, I’ll just call you Faith if thats ok with you?” Blake stated having to suppress a grin. “I don’t have the best memory in the world, you see. And I am Blake, Blake Adams. Pleasure.” He smiled.

“Oh yes! Much to my enjoyment too. I actually have a competition going to see how far I can make people jump you know.” Blake had begun this sentence with a perfectly straight face, however she may not have picked up on his humour if he had not allowed a cheeky grin to escape him. Then placing a hand on his hip, he stood as tall as he could. “However as for the latter, no one could ever be oblivious to my presence, I of course sparkle in whatever room I come across.” And with this he grinned at her once again.

[faithtait]

"I should be more aware of my surroundings I suppose" Faith laid blame on herself. She was usually so observant and had great senses, but the view of the piano seemed to of blocked them temporarily as she didn't have a clue he was there.

Faith smiled as Blake kissed her hand lightly. She couldn't help but feel a little strange that he had just kissed her hand. Hell, she thought chivalry was dead along with the caveman era.
Shrugging her shoulders upwards as he did so, she let them fall heavily as he let go.

Giving a small giggle at Blake's fake posh accent, she couldn't help but put one on too.
"Spiffing old bean, Faith will be fine" she mocked, giving a toothy grin. Listening to him as he mentioned starting a competition of manking people jump, she raised her eyebrows.
"Well, you can officially add me to that list, you scared the hell out of me!" she gave a deep chuckle, the sort that came from your stomach, and made you put a lot of effort into it.

"So what were you doing in here anyway?" she asked, sitting herself back down on the stool and pressing a key on the piano. She just couldn't help herself.

[Blake Adams]

“Yesh that would probably help! Being aware of your surroundings is always quite useful.” Blake chuckled mocking her slightly. Though he did not believe it would have made much difference, he could have been an elephant and it would be unlikely she would have heard him, she had been so absorbed in playing, and the music had been reverberating off the walls.

Blake could not help but grin as Faith came back with a similar posh accent to his own. ‘At least she has a personality’, he thought to himself. Most girls nowadays may as well just be manufactured. And he knew this from experience; most of his fan club was made up of these types of girls.

“Oh, most decent of you dear chap. If you could sign here, here and here, that will do just swimmingly.” Blake continued in the same accent as before. Waving his arms about in the air, empathizing where to sign on the invisible list.

Then Faith changed the topic of conversation, and so Blake readapted his usual voice. He listened as she played a single note upon the keys, even a singular note sounded amazing. “Ah, well I was in the neighbourhood....” Blake chuckled, then growing serious once more. “No no. I was in the midst of saving a few first years from a ghost, when i heard you playing. Intrigued as i was, i decided to come take a ganders.” He stated matter of factly, and continues raising an eyebrow in mock suspicion. “Why what was your impression?”

[faithtait]

Faith couldn’t help but flash a big smile when Blake began talking once again. This was the thing with Faith, she always got on well with males instead of females. Her boisterious nature was too much for the girls who were scared of ruining their nails, or their hair being messing up. She had no time for that, she liked to play rough and be crazy. Life was too short to be perfect.

Raising her eyebrows as her grin widened, she pretended to take the pen from him, and scribbled in random area’s of the list, pretending to concentrate she pulled a strange face before handing him the invisipen back and giving a cheesy smile.
“Thank you very much”she said in all seriousness, mocking a posh English accent once more. Coughing, as if to get rid of the accent, she stuck her tongue out at him before answering his next question.

“I see. Who were you saving then superman?” she smirked, placing a delicate hand on her waist. Faith was such a contradiction. She was loud and crazy, and sometimes even quite manly in her mannerisms, she would belch along with the best of them, but her hands, well they were like pieces of art. No matter what, her hands were delicate extentions, as if showing her true colours. She got her hands from her mother, who was such a pianist, words couldn’t even describe her art sometimes. Is was strange, if you knew Faith personally, to see a heavy handed girl have such a graceful feature to her.

“Do you play any instruments at all?”

[Blake Adams]

“Why thank you madam. We shall inform you of the final results once they have been tallied!” Blake continued in his pompous accent. Laughing as Faith poked her tongue out at him in mockery.

Blake refrained from laughing and raised an eyebrow in a cheeky manner. “I am no superman, oh no. I am Blake, defender of the first years!” Placing both hands on his hips now he stood straight and puffed his chest out. Turning his head to the side in pride. Then laughing he continued in his normal voice.
“Aye, first years harassing a ghost, I could hardly allow them to continue for both parties sakes. Would hardly have been nice of me now would it.” Blake stated with a small smile. “However..” he mused, stroking his jaw line and attempting not to laugh. “..I could always do with purchasing a cape!”

Faith had changed the topic once again, she was a fleetingly inquisitive soul, or so it appeared. “I Dabble in the acoustic guitar, though not to a large extent really. My parents believe it to be a slight waste of time you see. Especially when there is work to be done.” Blake said with a slight shrug of the shoulders but smiled.
“I enjoy playing it thoroughly however. How about yourself, anything other than the spectacular skills you have shown you possess on the piano?” he enquired.

[faithtait]

“Well, you could always of observed them for a while and see what trouble they all got themselves into. I mean, there’s nothing a ghost can do to hurt them, and nothing the kids could of done to hurt the ghost” she stated with a smile. It was sure enough it was true. Faith could tell that this guys was a kind-hearted guy, and sure enough it was probably a heart of gold.
Faith gave a laugh when Blake said he could use a cape. Giving him a big grin, she couldn’t help but look away. Looking at him made her laugh even more.

“Well you could always make one, or go to Hogsmeade and get one. I’m sure Queen’s Apparel will suit your needs”.
Faith was always changing the subject, she liked to know things about people, even if it was miniscule snippets of information that weren’t really necessary. She found that if someone was comfortable enough to share things like that with you, then you were on to a winner.

“Guitar aye? Sounds good! We should have a little jam sometimes. I know a lot about music, but I tend to stick to the piano. I could always help you out!” she said with a smile. She had it drilled into her time after time by her mother, and it just sunk in over the years.