Cordelia Carden was among the list of those who were also desperately in need of a thing called a life. Throughout highschool she'd been a bit of a social butterfly, getting in close with some of the upperclassmen during her first two years and finding herself entirely at a loss when they'd graduated and left her in the dust. It had taken a fair amount of reassessing herself and her goals after that, keeping up appearances by not
entirely dropping out of all of the spaces she'd made a name for herself in and trying to become a better person overall.
She'd made new friends, chased after different hobbies and thrown herself into studies without ever actually deciding what she was majoring in -- only problematic if you asked her advisors, not her parents, who just seemed happy if
she was happy. Which she was. Genuinely. Mostly.
Sometimes it still felt like something was
missing, though. On days like that she found herself wandering to the music wing. While she hadn't pursued a career in music as her cousin had, Cordelia had always, on some level, enjoyed playing the piano. Recitals were easy enough to prepare for and playing duets with Luc around the holidays for family gatherings had always gone over well enough. Music was a way to get away from everything and if the right practice room was free she could
always plink out a tune or two on the keys.
"Sounds like someone else had the same idea," she murmured to herself as she wandered down the practice hall, pausing just shy of the piano room for a moment to listen before stepping around to peer in. She smiled when she caught a familiar face; not someone she knew intimately, but someone who rounded the same circles she did often enough. "You play well," Cordelia spoke after a pause before the other young woman could move to the next song. "Hiding from everyone? Or just the people who want you to make decisions about next semester already?"
