12 May 2025, 21:00
A Trumpet and Talking
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Graci had decided that it had been far too long since she had practiced her trumpet. She was rusty, so she brought it from home during winter break, hoping she could fit everything into her trunk when she went back for the summer.
Let's hope, otherwise I'll be in quite the tizzy. Maybe Zoe will have some extra room in her trunk. She just switched out the books she brought.
Graci was actually really good with the trumpet, and had decent skills with drums, as well as a few other instruments.
By the time Graci had lugged her case through the twisted halls and up and down the ever moving staircases she didn't even want to practice anymore. Nonetheless she plopped down in a stray chair and took out her trumpet. A Bundy made in America, shining and well loved.
Graci set out her sheet music, two pieces called Aztec Sunrise and Pirates Cove. They both sounded better with a whole band, but she didn't have one of those.
Before she started playing them though, she did her scale and winced at the higher notes. I've been better. It could use some work. A lot of work.
Graci was glad that music was one of her strong suits, otherwise band would've been miserable and she wouldn't have found such joy in something that was now a concrete part of her personality.
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OOC notes:
Stats: Sta 6 ☆ Eva 6 ☆ Str 6 ☆ Wis 7 ☆ ArcPow 5 ☆ Acc 5 ☆ Prodigial Charms
coded by @Eugenia Karageorgiadi
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15 May 2025, 14:10
A Trumpet and Talking
Olivia Williams
Interacting with: @Graci Laren
Olivia had stayed at Hogwarts over the break. Her father hadn't answered a single one of her letters. The full moon was approaching and Olivia was in a irritable mood. Something as small as someone talking a little too loudly could cause her to explode. As usual, she spent more time outside and alone than anywhere else. She stayed up late because she was behind on her homework despite being so smart.
Just today, Olivia was walking down the corridor when she heard a terrible noise. She quickly found the room it was coming from. The Rehersal room. "That people can't show a little respect," she muttered. Then she put her hands over her ears and kicked the door open. "Can't you be a little quieter?" Olivia shouted. But when she discovered that it was a Gryffindor girl in the same year as her, Olivia blushed deeply and looked down at the ground. "Sorry, I didn't mean to... shout," Olivia said in a shame-filled voice. She hoped the girl wouldn't take it too badly. It wasn't really meant to be. She was just so close to breaking point these days. Olivia looked up at the girl cautiously, blushed, and looked down again. "Sorry," she repeated.
| Olivia Williams - Gryffindor | Whether you're a werewolf or human, love is still love. Betrayal is still betrayal. |
16 May 2025, 21:35
A Trumpet and Talking
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Graci was quite surprised when she was shouted at to be quieter. But even more surprised when they started apologizing. Usually when she was yelled at no one apologized afterwards.
"No, no — I'm sorry! I don’t usually sound like a haunted kettle, I swear. That was... unusually loud." Graci' wondered if something was stuck in the bell, and lo and behold, one of the infamous scraps of paper that she and her father always loved to write notes on.
Oftentimes Graci would find small notes tucked under pillows and inside books. She and her parents were all lovers of small pieces of parchment with heartfelt quotes. Outside of the book shoppe they even have a 'wishing shelf' where people write their wishes or desires and leave them there. Graci' taught herself some fun origami shapes, like foxes, so her wishes could be cuter.
She gingerly took it out and unfolded it, "Music is the echo of what we wish we could say out loud."
A quiet smile touched her lips. She couldn’t remember if it was something she’d written or he had. Maybe both. That was the magic of their notes — they always said just enough, never too much.
She shook her head, zoning back in and examined the girl in front of her. "Are you alright?"
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OOC notes:
coded by @Eugenia Karageorgiadi
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