Closed Good Country Songs PV E. LeDames

After her last class of the day was over, EmmaLee headed straight to her room. Her large, fluffy white cat, Minx, gave her a short mew in greeting and hopped down from the bed to follow her girl into the closet. Once EmmaLee had been rummaging around in the closet for a bit, she produced a small wireless radio and leaped back out into her room, holding the thing up in triumph.

"Voila!" She said, waving it a little bit over her head for Minx to see as the cat more calmly patted out behind her. EmmaLee had procured the magical radio over the summer, hoping to be able to tune into some non-magique music while at Hogwarts. If this didn't work, she had convinced her stepfather to buy her some records to play on the phonograph in the rehearsal room. Hopefully this would allow her to play music in a better variety of areas. "I finally have a free moment to go and test this somewhere. Want to come?" She asked as Minx moved around her and back towards the bed. The cat answered by giving her girl a lazy yawn and hopping back onto the bed to resume her napping in a patch of sun that had also found rest there.

"Party pooper." EmmaLee pouted as she headed towards the door. "I'll just find someone else to enjoy my music with me." The pale girl left her cat to her sunbathing and proceeded out and up into the greater castle. She continued on to the small hall, where she was hoping to get a little peace to fiddle with the radio before finding some company and hoping to get a good magical reception.

Once in the small hall, she began to set up her wireless on a small table near the fireplace, tuning the dials and listening for some music, searching for a song she was familiar with. Admittedly, in her excitement at having a chance to fiddle with this thing, she didn't take notice of anyone else in the area. Not many people actually hung out in the small hall, so she took for granted that anyone might have taken refuge there at the same moment she decided to fill it with music.

After a few moments of hearing nothing but static, she was caught off guard by a sudden blaring of guitar and violins "BUM BA NA NA NA BUM BUM. Let's go girls." and jumped back only to stumble and fall on her rear into a nearby chair. "Well there's something." She said with a small laugh as the song continued to play out of the radio at a far louder volume than she had intended. Granted, she didn't necessarily like this particular song, a popular one by a non-magique singer named Shania Twain, but it was the kind of music American country music she was looking for, so she left it on, hoping that the next song to play would be a better one. Though, she did turn the volume down. The jarring intro was one of the reasons she would rather not listen to it.

EmmaLee jumped about a mile in shock when she heard a boy shout at her from across the room. She turned to see a Gryffindor with dark brown hair that she recognized from classes. EmmaLee tended to stay quiet and focused in class, so she hadn't really interacted with a lot of her classmates, but by this point, she at least knew most of the names of the people in her year and house. If she remembered correctly, this particular boy's name was Maverick Castle.

A quick glance at what he was doing revealed that he had apparently been working on homework when she had come in and accidentally, but loudly, interrupted him. The French girl shook her head and frowned deeply at her own rudeness. She should have known better to check if there was anyone else in the room before fiddling with her radio.

"I am sorry, Maverick." EmmaLee said, turning towards him and embarrassedly tucking a strand of white hair behind her ear. "I did not see you there and I did not mean for the radio to be that loud. It is my first time trying to use it." She explained sheepishly, turning to reach back and turn it down just a little more. At that volume, despite the smaller space of the hall, EmmaLee could still hear the poppy country song, but she hoped that Maverick could not.

"On the other hand, I admit that it isn't the greatest country song in the world, but I wouldn't call it disgusting." She said, turning back to him and putting her hands on her hips. "That's a little rude, don't you think?" There were other, better songs that EmmaLee was h0oping to hear from the radio, but she more or less believed in the idea that if you don't have anything nice to say about something, at least don't say anything mean.

EmmaLee's eyes grew wide at Maverick's outburst. He went on a tirade about grandmothers and sisters and businessmen that really didn't make since to EmmaLee, but what she did catch was the he was offended that she had used his given name instead of his last name. What was she supposed to call him? Mr. Castle? Well, sure if he were an adult she wouldn't have thought twice about calling him Mr. Castle, or Professor Castle if he was a teacher, or even President Castle if he were so, but he was a child. In what world do other children call each other by their last names? Well... in Maverick's world apparently. She had heard boys call each other by their last names. Maybe it was a boy thing, but why was this boy taking it so personally?

Her mind reeled in confusion as his lecture abruptly turned direction and she jumped another mile as his fist slammed on his table and his ink spilled everywhere. Was she bossing him around? What had she said? She had told him that him calling the song disgusting was rude, but was that bossing him around? He had started this encounter angry, and his anger was just escalating rapidly as they stood there. Maybe the best course of action was to just apologize and let him go back to his studying. She could find somewhere else to play the radio, far away from anyone she could possibly bother.

She held up her pale hands, palms towards him, in a kind of surrender, trying to calm the raging lion before her. "I am sorry, M - um Castle? We seem to 'ave come to some misunderstanding. I wasn't trying to be rude or boss you around. I really did not mean to upset you so, but I do not understand why you are so upset." She said, sheepishly.

She really had just been trying to listen to her new radio and have some music from home. What happened?

EmmaLee was taken aback by his shift in attitude. ~What an arrogant boy.~ She thought as she wrinkled her nose at his tone and demeanor, but said nothing on that topic. Half the things he was saying didn't make any sense and the general way he was talking to her, as if he were some refined adult in miniature and she was some plebe in his presence, was very off putting.

"Well," She began with a slightly confused frown on her pink lips, "'ow very Roman of you." Her tone suggested that it wasn't exactly meant as a complement. "Still, I would suggest that neither of your points exactly stand. Unless your birthday is in September, neither of us are thirteen yet and I don't know many adults who would speak as rudely as you do. 'Ave you ever 'eard the adage 'If you don't 'ave anything nice to say, it is better to keep it to yourself'?"

Accidental offenses were one thing, but this boy seemed to be determined to be offended at anything and that wouldn't stand with EmmaLee. As far as she was concerned, if he wanted to claim adulthood, or practicing adulthood, he really should act like one, by having a civil conversation about his distaste, instead of throwing a temper tantrum at a misunderstanding and insulting a song.

As the next song began on her radio, an older one she recognized as Swingin' by John Anderson, the pale girl reached over and clicked off the radio. Might as well turn the thing off if he was going to have such strong opinions about the music. she could end this conversation and enjoy her music elsewhere.

"An adult would be able to agree to disagree and have a civil discussion about what good music is or is not without resorting to offensive language and gestures." She said further, wrinkling her nose again. "Or at least express their displeasure without insult and I can simply apologize for the intrusion and go on my merry way."