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Post by Jonas O'Connor on Jul 17, 2008 17:57:39 GMT -5
Jonas walked into the trophy room really happy. He was going to be studying up on some of the greatest Quiddich players that came from hogwarts. He walked up to one of the glass cabinets and looked inside. He pulled out a roll of parchment and sat down on a bench. He started to scribble down some notes.
After a while of peering into cabinet and looking at other trophy's he started to get slightly bored. He put his notes into his bag and pulled out a new piece of parchment. He started to chew on the end of his quill lightly thinking. He was going to write a song to help relieve his boredom. He may have been a Ravencalw but he wasn't as hard-working or dedicated as all the others in his house. He was more dedicated to his music and sports than school.
When he finally thought of something he smiled. Jonas started to write down the lyrics singing how he thought it should go in his head. He thought that this was going to be a really good song and couldn't wait to get back to the common room and start playing it on his guitar.
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Post by Maxielle Lumien on Jul 17, 2008 20:39:21 GMT -5
By the time that she had reached the third doorway on the second floor, Max knew that she was lost. She also knew, that as a sixth year, she should already know her way around the castle perfectly. None of the other students seemed to have a problem with the layouts. It was the stairs, they always messed her up. It seemed that they had malicious intent on their minds whenever she stepped a foot onto one. Creaking and groaning like they were rather old grandparents in nursing homes, they always seemed to change directions midway. Perhaps she might have deserved it, since she was always so cruel to the first years. Maybe the stairs had seen that, and decided to have a permanent grudge against her. A minute ago, when she had been going down a flight of stairs headed for the main hall, the whole staircase lifted up, carried her, and set down on the same floor that she had just been on. Since Max had hardly paid attention during this entire episode, she only realized it when the stairs set down. Kicking the nearest stair, she cursed. "Dammit."
Instead of going back to the malicious staircase, Max instead headed for some doors that she hoped would lead to a different set of stairs. Perhaps a more, ah, fixed set of them. Sighing heavily, she reached the first one. it was locked, and when she tried the spell to unlock it, the magic spark seemed to fizz and explode in a series of firework-like displays. Fail. The next door, Max put her hand on more cautiously. It creaked open with the elegance of a stray cat. From within the room, she could hear a growling sound, it built and built until she was unable to cease her heart from pounding. Yes, she was afraid. Of what, she hardly knew, but certainly didn't want to find out. The last door was already cracked open a tad, and Max could see the glimmer of gold and silver from within. Pushing the door open a tad, she could see that she had just found the trophy room. There was some kid already in there, scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment. Max walked up behind him as silent as she could in an attempt to read the writing. When she found the writing to be nearly illegible from her point of view, the brunette dedided to announce her presence. "Whatcha writing there?" |
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Post by Jonas O'Connor on Jul 17, 2008 21:04:58 GMT -5
Jonas had finally finished writing the song when he'd heard a voice behind him. Being in his own little world for the past while with the silence surrounding him, that small voice made him jump. He looked back to see a girl, probably her sixth or seventh year. "Oh, Um.. Uh.. Just a song." He replied. He didn't really care if people saw his work or not. He thought it was amazing and loved to show it off.
Jonas turned around so he could get a better view of the girl without hurting his back. "I'm Jonas." He said introducing himself so he wouldn't be rude. Whenever Jonas said his name his Irish accent was much heavier than anything else. "Whats your name?" He asked politely. He put the parchment with his song and his quill beside him and looked at the girl waiting for her response and her name. It would be nice so than he wouldn't have to call her 'Girl' or 'You'. It was always nice to know the name of someone you meet, because than you could talk to them again, and possibly become really good friends.
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Post by Maxielle Lumien on Jul 21, 2008 12:31:49 GMT -5
"Max." she said simply. Frowning, she thought about his last reply. There were so many people who tried to be song writers in the world. You could always tell the type, wandering around with a quill and parchment and jotting down whatever typical thought came to mind. Most songs seemed the same to her, especially the Muggle ones. Either they were extremely degrading to the females of the world, or they were full of pathetic lovelost angst. She cared for neither, particularly disliking the ones containing angst. Those that cared so much about someone opened themselves up to potential tragedy. And they knew that, so by caring about someone, they should also develop a tighter ability to move on. The brunette girl hadn't gotten that sense yet, nor had she cared about someone so deeply that losing them was a feeling of angst. Thus she neither could connect with the feeling, nor sympathize.
"So, you're a lyricist?" Their conversation was headed into the direction of a nonconversation. You know the type, slowly the words dwindle away until there's nothing left but awkward silence. Well, Max was the type to abhor silence and embrace whatever form of conversation occurred. Though most of her conversations were insults passed to and from herself to her companion, resulting in one, or both, of the people leaving angry and pissed off. Instead of continuing her though, she merely looked down at her nails while she waited for an answer. Lovely, he would answer a yes, then show her his work. People seemed rather predictable. She liked predictable. predicable was always safe. |
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Post by Jonas O'Connor on Jul 21, 2008 16:43:43 GMT -5
Jonas looked down at the parchment with his song on it and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I am." He said. "i don't write songs very often but when I do they're supposedly amazing." He picked up the parchment and looked at it a moment, making sure that everything was correct, spelling wise and stuff. He handed it to Max. "I called this one Appreciate. " He smiled weakly. Suddenly he was just a bit self conscious about the song. Not many people read his work, but when they did they usually loved it. Jonas crossed his legs on the bench and looked at all of the trophy's around the room thinking of his extra credit project and a bunch of other songs he'd written since he'd first come to Hogwarts. He hadn't written many but there were at least two a year. He looked at Max for a second and remembered the first song he'd written called 'Crazy Kinda Crush On You' He didn't think that it was that good but he was about 10 when he'd written it. As he waited for Max to finish Jonas started to play with his hair. Pulling some random curls and looking at them in front of his face. He'd never tried to straighten his hair but didn't ever want to. He liked his hair curly, it was cool and natural and not many people had hair like his. He was probably the only person at Hogwarts who did. |
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Post by wowposter on Nov 14, 2008 11:02:49 GMT -5
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