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Jul 15, 2008 21:25:34 GMT -5
Post by Josh York on Jul 15, 2008 21:25:34 GMT -5
Last time Josh had been in this room, he hadn't had the most pleasant of experiences. He'd absolutely terrified a girl, sending her flying into a suit of armour, so he was a little wary about going back to the seventh floor. However, Josh found his fingers aching for a little piano and couldn't help himself. Climbing the stairs, he already had a vision of the room in his head so he would be able to think of it when he walked past where the door should appear.
When the door did appear for him, it was just as Josh imagined in his mind. A piano sat in the middle of the room and it was barely lit, just the way he liked it. Josh had been playing forever, so he didn't really need light to see what he was doing. Taking a seat on the old bench, Josh made sure the door wasn't closed completely. He wasn't sure what would happen to him if he did shut the door and didn't really want to take any chances.
Fingers running along the smooth keys, Josh thought for a moment about what he wanted to play. Suddenly, a song fluttered into his mind, one that had been stuck in his head for quite sometime now. Playing the first few notes, Josh closed his eyes and let himself sink into it. The tune that was coming out of the piano was one called Clocks by Coldplay.
The lights go out and I can't be saved Tides that I tried to swim against Have brought me down upon my knees Oh I beg, I beg and plead singing...
He sang along to the song he played, it echoing around him. He was a little rusty, but after a while, Josh had it back.
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Clocks
Jul 15, 2008 22:12:57 GMT -5
Post by sara on Jul 15, 2008 22:12:57 GMT -5
Sara had been spending the last few weeks searching for the Room of Requirement. Recently, she took interest in it. She'd never been in there before and was dying to find that door on the seventh floor. But the last few weeks had failed miserably. It was probably because she didn't really have use for the room, but really just wanted to find it. After awhile, the Hufflepuff decided to give up after many failed attempts and countless hours wasted wondering the seventh floor.
Today, Sara was bored and stressed by all of her school work. Spending another day in the library did not sound appealing to her. She decided to just wander around the castle, giving her time to think and eventually ended up on the seventh floor. At first, she wanted to avoid the whole search for the room and just head back down. But she felt a strong urge to wander around a little so hesitantly just went with it.
After a few minutes, and to her surprise, she noticed a door that was left ajar. She could hear the faint sound of music coming from it and slowly walked towards it. Sara had never noticed this door before and it was a good chance that it was the one that she was looking for. She cautiously pulled open the door, revealing a dark room. The girl squinted her eyes and little and walked in, letting her eyes adjust. She knew immediately what was playing and smiled a little for she happened to actually love the song. Finally, she noticed a piano in the middle of the room... and someone playing it.
Sara froze and stared, suddenly feeling as if he had violated the boy's privacy. She couldn't see much and couldn't tell who he was, but just hoping he wouldn't get too upset at by her bursting in for it was too late to turn back now.
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Jul 18, 2008 10:35:39 GMT -5
Post by Josh York on Jul 18, 2008 10:35:39 GMT -5
Come out of things unsaid, s hoot an apple off my head and a Trouble that can't be named a tiger's waiting to be tamed, singing You are, you are
Josh continued, unaware of the person behind him. His soft voice wasn't actually half bad, although he would never admit to anyone, or even himself, that he was good at anything. But to anyone listening, they would know he was. Josh had been playing and singing for quite some time now and it was just an unknown talent he'd discovered one day. It wasn't like it was going to get him anywhere, but it was a release for Josh so he hung onto it.
But then Josh started getting that feeling; that feeling like you know someone's watching you. Slowly, his head turned to look over his shoulder and he saw her standing there. Josh stopped playing and singing, his cheeks turning bright red and clashing incredibly with his copper hair. His golden eyes looked down as he stood up and moved from the piano, his hands fidgeting nervously. "Hi...," he greeted the girl cautiously.
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Jul 18, 2008 16:24:12 GMT -5
Post by sara on Jul 18, 2008 16:24:12 GMT -5
Sara bit her lip, listening intently to the boy's music. It was obvious that he'd done this many times before for he was quite talented. His piano playing was perfect and his voice was a joy to listen to. The boy hadn't seemed to notice her just yet and it would have been the perfect time to escape. Maybe he wouldn't even know that she was there at all if she left now, but for some reason, the Hufflepuff didn't want to budge. She stood there quietly in the doorway, watching the boy, the music almost having in her in a trance.
But suddenly, the music stopped as the boy had finally become aware of her. Sara took a step back, but didn't run out. She watched the boy nervously get up and she could feel her cheeks turning red. As he got up, she tried to identify him, but still couldn't see him clearly. Immediately, she tensed up when he greeted her.
She bit her lip, not sure if she should say hi back, or just run out of there. After a moment, she finally said, "I'm sorry..." She rubbed the back of her neck, not sure what to say next. Since there wasn't much else to say Sara nonchalantly pointed at that piano and muttered, "Um... you're really good."
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Jul 27, 2008 15:41:38 GMT -5
Post by Josh York on Jul 27, 2008 15:41:38 GMT -5
"No, no, it's okay," Josh assured the girl, a slight smile working its way onto his usually moody features, "And um...thanks. I don't...think I'm that great..." Carefully, the Hufflepuff boy stepped out of the shadows and into more light so the girl could see him better. When Josh got a closer look at her, his cheeks turned and even deeper shade of pink, if that was at all possible. She was extremely pretty and now he felt like even more of an idiot. Still, as polite as ever, Josh reached out to the girl. He could feel how clammy his hands were however and wiped them quickly on his jeans before he made the poor girl touch it. "I'm Josh," he introduced himself, hand outstretched for a shake. [sorry this is so crappy and took so long ]
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Clocks
Jul 27, 2008 22:17:44 GMT -5
Post by sara on Jul 27, 2008 22:17:44 GMT -5
[[Oh don't worry about it! It's fine.]] As the boy took a few steps forward, he began to become more visable. He looked a bit familar to Sara. Had she seen him somewhere before? Classes, maybe? The girl wasn't exactly sure, but now that he could clearly see him, she couldn't help blush even more, if that was even possible. She took a quiet breath, hoping it would calm her down a bit, and thankfully it did, but only a bit. And for those few seconds, it was completely silent between the two. Curse the utter awkwardness when two shy people came to meet. When Sara noticed his reaction to her, she began to tense up again. Honestly, she'd never seen anyone react like that when seeing her. Obviously, she tend to run into more social people than timid ones like her. Shy people like her were usually hiding in a corner. Sara was unsure of what to do or say. All she could do was stand there, frozen like a statue. Thankfully, he was the one to break the silence, introducing himself. A small, shy grin graced her features as he held out his hand. Cautiously, Sara took his hand and shook it. "I'm Sara," She muttered. The Hufflepuff pulled her hand back and began fiddling with the shirt she was wearing. Now what? She glanced over her shoulder at the still open door, than back at the nervous boy. "Um," She began, "I-I'll leave... if you want me to." She would have been happy to leave, unsure if he wanted to just be left alone. At the same time, she just wanted to stay a bit, to attempt at making conversation with the boy.
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