Birds of a Feather PV Flash

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Private Thread With || @Flash Holmwood

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[font=Segoe Print]It was quite easy to say that Rafael despised Slytherins.

After all, the whole lot of them were awful creatures, in the way that they spread their dirty, revolting tendrils of hate about the endless facets of the school, choking out all hope for coexistence among the houses. It was more than obvious from the beginning that the house would be cursed with bad eggs – Salazar Slytherin was more than obviously a vile man, his mannerisms revolting and decisions ill-willed to that of the other founders of the school. Was it all that surprising, that his house would be cursed with evil tendencies as well? Perhaps it was all in the eye of the beholder, perhaps the Slytherins weren’t as bad as they were spoken to be. After all, the Houses of Hogwarts had proven to be quite interesting, in the way that some students acutely broke the stereotypes. Who was the young Captain, to subject an innocent to the stereotypes of one’s species?

One of those lovely flukes of the sorting hat, happened to be the lovely Flash Holmwood.

Rafael couldn’t exactly say he knew the Slytherin all that well – after all, they had just met – but there were some things about a person that stood out, traits that one could easily define from simple conversation. One of those traits the young child had quite easily identified, was the snake child’s inexplainable kindness towards him, specifically in the owlery, when his fingers were numb and lifeless. It was true, there weren’t many people Rafael could say would do what Flash had done for him – none, probably, at Hogwarts, no one so far. It was rather cute as well, the wariness his fellow first year exhibited regarding his singing talents, a voice that was admittingly quite lovely to the ears. The kid was quite the vocal prodigy, that much was starkly evident, no words were necessary to justify that fact. The idea of him being shy, unconfident in his own abilities and wary to share his talent, it was odd, disheartening in a way. Why was he so reluctant? Had someone told him differently about his voice? Was he oblivious? Shy around compliments?

Perhaps he’d find out. After escaping from the chilly confines of the owlery, the young child had [without physical action] dragged his new acquaintance along to what was most likely his favorite place in the interior of Hogwarts. The Rehearsal Room, at first glance, was bare of outsider life, and thankfully so – as nervous as the Gryffindor was about performing and shattering the illusion of the sports jock he proudly wore about him, he could only imagine Flash’s reluctance towards performing in front of other people. It was just better this way. At second glance, one would shortly take notice of the lovely scenery – the room smelled of must, the comforting kind that calmed ones senses, the black Steinway & Sons piano standing proudly in the middle of the room, seat tucked neatly beneath it, hiding from the dust that gently fell from the ceiling over time. Additional instruments lie idly about the room, some stringed, some shiny and brass, all crowding the large room with their grandeur and musical possibility. The room was just… right, in a way the young Captain couldn’t quite put his finger on. He idly wondered what Flash’s take on the room was, in that moment, a vain thought that fluttered across the folds of his mind in a split-second. Did he think of the must in the same way the Gryffindor did? Did he take pleasure in gazing upon the manifold instruments littering the floors?

The young Captain wouldn’t consider such a thought for long, instead opting to turn towards his acquaintance, eyes soft as a bright look crossed his face, teeth glinting as his eyes sparkled with excitement. “Here we are,” he spoke kindly, taking a moment to strip off his snow-covered overcoat, dropping it onto the floor in one short movement and kicking it off to the side, out of the way. With that, he extended his arms, as if showing off the room – he couldn’t be sure if the other boy had journeyed to the Rehearsal Room as of yet, but either way, he would exhibit his love for the area with all the energy he could muster. “The Rehearsal Room,” he proclaimed, words that could be taken as a statement as much as an introduction. “What do you think? Was I misguided in bringing you here?” An idle comment, mostly rhetorical, though open for answering, he supposed. His eyes glanced down at his shoes in that moment, and he shrugged, almost shyly. “Anyways. I hope this is okay. Kinda quiet in here, empty.” Good for playing music – though, he wouldn’t state it out loud. Hopefully Flash got the point. And, even more importantly, hopefully the Slytherin wasn't miffed at his choice of locations. [/font]

OOC • @Jack Burnett just for clarification, this would be the thread in which your character would learn of Flash and Rafa's ability to sing.