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 Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 12:27 pm
ＪＵＳＫ ＦＡＲＯＮ The Mutt.  Ravenclaw 6th Year__________________
A dainty flute hoot stifled thoughts of aiding the viola player. Jusk listened intently from his dishevelled bed as the bow ceased its actions allowing a new instrument to fill the cavity of silence. The playing was short lived and Jusk could only frown as muffled talk returned to the Common Room. Highly engaged in music, he decided it best to exercise the violin mourning its bow. Hurriedly changing from the towel in which barely shielded his genitals, Jusk removed the violin case from under the bed, wrapping it in welcoming embrace as he exited the boy’s dorm, shoes untied and shirt crumpled.
In the Common Room sat the culprits of the music; a male and female, roughly his age, deep in musical discussion. Unwilling to break their conversation, Jusk merely nodded in approval as though to commend the players for their good work without expressing the words to do so. Jusk was never very good at finding the right words anyhow. It’d always troubled him, resulting in angered tendencies. Part of him longed to befriend the musical folk; friends with musical inclinations would prove beneficial in dimming his aggression, no doubt. Then again, the mutt was sure he’d see the two of them again, jamming joyously in a music lesson no doubt. The prospect of Music Class excited Jusk. It was his only passion and he vowed to try his best, nulling his discontented mannerisms. Besides, his wondrous cello was housed in the music room; he had to retrieve is soon for the sake of his sanity.
Glancing briefly at the blue shrouded room his Ravenclaw peers basked in, Jusk exited the common room, violin case perched under one arm, right hand grasping a fire dragon feathered wand in which tied the boy's shoe laces in one skilful flick.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 1:04 pm
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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!) ████ ██████ █ ████ ██ ███ ███ ██ ██████ " When the two of them had finished, she was very surprised in their talent together. They had blended so perfectly that the sound produced was more than marvelous. It was almost as if they were meant to be partners. She put her viola down, feeling the energy from playing the piece together, not wanting to ruin the state of mind it put her in. The piece was beautiful enough, and it was hard enough for her to play it on a viola, with the high notes forcing her up to seventh position with a stretched fourth finger. The harmonic didn't portray nearly as nicely as it would have if she had a violin. It never sounded nice enough on the viola, since that note was so squeaky on it as it was. But, she got through it, playing it softly anyway. After playing a duet like that, she wouldn't need to play for relaxation for a while anyway, feeling perfectly at piece right now. Kierra was glad that he started to speak. She didn't have a problem initiating conversations, she just liked it when someone else did.
Kierra was surprised to hear someone with such talent as him to say that Telemann was his favorite composer. Sure, Telemann was fantastic, and the man was up in her top ten, but she could never pick a favorite in any of her years. She couldn't pick a favorite instrument to play, let alone a favorite piece or composer for that matter. She had her favorites for each instrument she played, but not just one favorite. That was something that Kierra could never do, she imagined. Could she list her favorites, sure she could. Maybe that would help her feel less at bay with this kid right now. "Ooh, he ees a good one to keep as a favoreete. Mine ees dependent on zhe enstrument I am playeeng at zhe time." She started to think in her head, which composers were actually her favorites? Well, Mozart was her favorite when it came to playing the piano, because of all of the famous and beautiful pieces he had composed. Beethoven was up there too with the Fur Elise, of course. Shostakovich was one of her orchestral arrangers, when she played with orchestras in France. She loved playing in Symphony No. 5, because of it's intricacy. Rachmaninov's Vocalise Op 34 14 was her very favorite thing to play on cello, because of it's beauty. "I have so many favoreets, I do not zhink I can peeck just one." She laughed a little sheepishly, wishing she really could pick a favorite. She did love Telemann, especially for Viola because of those concertos, but it was difficult to pick a favorite period for her anyway. It always had been.
Kierra looked at her viola, a little beat up it was. Her mother considered getting her a new one, but she asked for a trumpet instead. It was surprising for her mother that she didn't want a new one to replace her viola, because she played if fairly frequently, as well as her violin. But, she wanted to expand her instrument inventory, and getting a new viola would just make it harder for Kierra to pick up a new instrument. Once she has learned the majority of them, she would start asking for new ones. Besides, she didn't want to make her family go bankrupt. "So...Are you in zhe music class? Because I was just goeeng to go zhere." she asked, laughing, since her interests were pretty limited to music and instrument playing herself, and she wanted to go see her violin and baby French horn. That one was one of her newest instruments, and she loved playing it, although there were some tricks she hadn't quite picked up yet. She played the flute, but she honestly hadn't played it for a few months now, and she was disappointed in herself for that. It wasn't that she didn't like it, it was just that she enjoyed the other instruments a little more. "
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Sparrow Puppy Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 3:17 pm
 Tyson CaffreyIf you are ashamed to stand by your colors, 7th Year Ravenclawyou had better seek another flag. 
Tyson enjoyed playing with this girl. She had a lot of talent and he was not surprised to find out that she played more than just the viola. Personally, Tyson had never learned more than flute and piccolo. He had had to scavenge the money just to buy these two instruments and have his boyfriend buy them for him. If his parents had found out he was playing flute it might lead them to be ruthless among other things. "Ah so you play other instruments. Like what?" He asked curious about her talents.
It was truly hard to pick just one favorite. Singling out a composer was not an easy task and still, Tyson had no favorite piece to play. He enjoyed a varying range of pieces and it was impossible to pick just one. Other composers could rival his opinion of Telemann, but they never managed to drag him in in just the same way.
Tyson had signed up for the music class and had not been aware that it had started. It was one of the main reasons he had picked up his flute today to practice. "Yes I joined that. Want to head there now?" He asked and he began to collect his things. Quickly disassembling his flute, Tyson stuck it in it's case and smiled at the other musician. That made him realize something. They had never properly introduced each other. "By the way, I'm Tyson Caffrey. Seventh year." He told her with a smile on his face. Tyson was doing terrible in school though he felt as if he was a year behind everybody in his year.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 4:33 pm
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When he asked about the instruments that she played, she flushed a little bit. She played a lot. Well, only eleven, but still. She didn't have a life at home, and playing instruments was what she enjoyed doing when her brothers weren't bothering her. Her mother was done teaching her around the middle of November for the first section, and then she was done around March for the other semester. Kierra had plenty of time to learn the instruments, which was how she knew so many. "Well, I play zhe cello, violeen, ovbiously zhe viola, zhe flute, clareenet, French horn, zhe drums, ehhh... zhe... Sadly, I do not know zhe rest of zhe words een Englesh... I could show you zhe rest when eef we go down zhere." She sighed a little, being disappointed in herself for not knowing the rest of the words. She was only missing four, one of them being piano. She had known the word for that, but usually she didn't consider herself a player of the piano. She loved it dearly, but other people studied it much more passionately than she did, and they had a better perspective of it than she did, or so she would say.
When the boy asked her if she wanted to head down there right then, she quickly nodded her head, excited about their new adventure. She really wanted to get to that class, since, although she was great at magic, she really loved music, and she had a huge passion about it. It was too bad she never sang, because she would have seen all the different aspects of music. But, she never did. She sang when she was very little, and decided that she didn't like it. She thought that her voice wasn't controlled enough, and that she could have better control over it if she played instruments, which became very true. "Let me go get my case for my viola." Kierra quickly headed up the stairs to the dorm, straight to her bed and right to her case, sliding the instrument carefully, but quickly inside, and snapping the case close. Then, she very quickly came to the top of the stairs, but went slowly down them. She came back, and watched him pick up his flute case, and smile. He introduced himself, and she realized that she had never introduced herself either. "Oh. I am Kierra. I am a... Err. I know zhe word, but I can no say eet properly. My year ees five," she said, laughing a little at herself. She felt a little bad for not being able to say that one, Her short 'I' sounds, and her 'th' sounds were not very solid right now. She was working on it though.
Kierra headed her way out the common room, wondering what the entrance way would try to trick her with next time she came up the stairs. It had not yet stumped her, although it got closer this last time. Maybe she would play it safe and follow up another student next time. She wouldn't want to be tricked by the English language again. That would be rather embarrassing, and she wouldn't want that to happen. 
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