Stopping time never felt so good {Open}

[Sarirah Isis Mars]

There are days which people want the rest of the world to melt away. Its these days when she has no enthusiasm that she wanders the stairs to this tower or around the school. There was a cool breeze which tickled her skin, she couldn't see since she was blind folded. She had blind folded herself, not so she would die as she traveled up the stairs but to heighten her other senses. It worked. She could her the owl hooting some 200 feet away from her. She touched the cool stone, it felt colder than usual. When she walked down these stairs on a normal basis they were cool not cold.

It was spring and they were cold. She ignored the feeling and kept walking. She heard the soft echo of her footsteps. She was walking softly. She obviously didn't want to be caught. She was close to the top. She had her guitar strapped to her back. Since it wasn't the first time she had wandered up there she knew how the guitar had to be so it wouldn't bump. It was a Telecaster, her first and favorite guitar that she owned. It was her uncle's but he gave it to her for her birthday. The very next day she went out to learn. She still had a lot to learn but she had no problem learning new tricks.

She stopped. Dria knew that this step was tricky. She bent down so she was on her knees. She touched the stone. There was crack in the stone and it was breaking slowly every time a student stepped on it. Her hands glided to the base of the next stone and felt its smooth edge. She pushed herself unto it and place her foot on it. She pulled herself up so she was on the second step. She kept moving up the stairs. She touched the stained glass windows that kept kids from falling several stories to their deaths. The glass felt like little hills. It was the picture of a widow weeping. She was close to her destination. There were only 30 steps. Alexandria once counted all of the steps for no reason.

She walked faster up the stairs because she had more of a chance being caught if she lingered any longer. She reached the top of the stairs. She removed the blind fold and opened her eyes. She was at the door which lead her onto the roof. She opened it, even thought her eyes were still adjusting. She walked inside and looked at the night sky. It was clear and a half moon adorned the night sky. Walking onto the balcony she dragged a chair out. She swung her guitar onto her lap as she sat down. She started to play a guitar riff and let herself go. She wouldn't of cared less if someone came to kill her, this was her time. No one would hurt her now.

[Jahan Samara]

It wasn't that Jay was compelled by a force of destiny to take a walk around the castle, It was just better than sitting in the common room. He had been getting more restless lately, which he attributed to his issues with finding a happy medium. Either he was lonely, thoughtful, quiet, and introverted all the time, or he wanted to be with people all of the time. He knew that neither of these was the healthy way to be, so he compromised. Instead of sitting in the common room or his dorm room, he could go for a walk. If he walked, there was more of a chance that he would meet someone. And then he could have what he wanted.

He liked the towers. When they weren't empty, they usually had other people like him, people who appreciated getting away from it all every once in a while. They might be easier to make friends with than the hugely social people who might think they had enough friends already. So he checked the towers.

He didn't expect to find a musician in one of them, though. He listened to her for a while, appreciating her talent. He couldn't make heads or tails of her age. She looked younger than him on the whole, but she was much taller than he was. It was hard even to approximate her height while she was sitting down. However, his mind was brought back to her music.

Before he had started his walk, he had gone to his dormitory and gotten his drumsticks. At the beginning of the year, he had found them tucked between a couple of books in the library, and he had quickly learned that they were enchanted. Whatever spell had been cast on them, just hitting them on any surface would make whatever drum noise you wanted.

Before he had known he was magical, his parents had gotten him into drum lessons. Now, on summer breaks, he still took some. Often he would settle down in some deserted tow or corridor and just play for a while. This was the first time he had found another musician, though. He pulled the drumsticks out and grabbed a nearby chair. After a bit of hesitation, he started to lay down an nice unobtrusive beat to match the girl. Hopefully she wouldn't mind.

[Sarirah Isis Mars]

She had slowly began to sing. She had no idea that there was someone behind her. Frankly she didn't care. She closed her eyes and let her hands stoke the strings.

So the night sky is clear
I still can't see
You have to be my eyes
for now
I wish there was another way
for the beat to play on.

She was lost in her music. Her day was not one of her best. She had messed up her potion and almost broke her guitar. She so relieved when she found that only a string was un tuned. She was very protective of her musical instruments. She had a Steinway piano in her room. She was the only one to use it. She had started to switch chords when she heard the door open behind her. A chair was pulled from some other place, she didn't know and the person sat down. She was alarmed and frightened. She didn't know who this person was. She started to pull out her wand before she heard him play. If he had a drum set she would've heard him and it come up the stairs. It was a nice melodic beat. She started to play again trying to see how good he was. She noticed he was trying to match her. She went back to playing her original riff. She closed her eyes again, flipping her hair over her back.


No one can bet my life
without my soul
I've sold it to the devil
for a hefty price
I'm still alive since
I can't die

What you see is
my dying heart
what you know is
the shooting star
can not help my cause
at all....


She opened her eyes and turned to the person behind her. She noticed he was older than her, but not by much. He was a Hufflepuff. She had seen him around school but that was it. She never knew there was another musician at Hogwarts. She was still playing, but she looked into his eyes. Her hand flew from one chord to the next chord with ease. She continued the lyrics from where she left off. She wasn't finished with the song and had much difficulty with the next verse.


my mother knew
that it was true
my father tried to help
but it made things worse
and I can't seem to find myself
without an obstacle
in my path...

She was stuck. She had no idea what should come. She hoped he could help her.



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