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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2021 9:02 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Music Room
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Sparrow, other club members
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Opening Music Club
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I hate seeing her so sad
Finley was glad when Sparrow started keying the notes to the song. At that, Finley played the song, slowing a bit to match her rather mournful tones. Luckily, he thought it sounded beautiful. Sparrow really did have a pretty voice. Maybe he'd have to pester her more frequently for songs... and that meant he'd have to venture outside of jazz more often. He could do that, though, if he had enough time to practice. He didn't ever like playing in front of people (save his dad and Roxie) until he knew a song by heart, which was probably a large reason why he knew so many songs. Once they'd finished the song, Finley moved to stand beside Sparrow. "That was really lovely. I'm glad we did that song. Any other songs you want to do? I can try to improv them if I don't know them." He offered a sad smile, hoping he cheered up his friend, at least a bit.
Trying hard to fight these tears. I'm crazy worried
Messing with my head this fear I'm so sorry
You know you gotta get it out I can't take it
That's what being friends about. I want to cry I can't deny
Tonight I wanna up and hide and get inside
It isn't right I gotta live in my life
Gotta turn the world into your dance floor
Push until you can't and then demand more
You and me together, we can make it better
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2021 10:57 am
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2021 10:55 am
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Music Room
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Mattie, Finley, Sparrow
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Music Club
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? This is nice
xxxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴍʏ Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Mᴏᴏᴅ? Creative
Simon looked up when someone else joined, but she went to talk to Finley. While they discussed a song and began to play (it was really pretty), Mattie took a moment to write out a reply. Smart idea, he didn't want to interrupt the older kids. He read over her words, then wrote his own. "I prefer things neat and scheduled, but I suppose that makes me less prepared for life. It is really cool that dad makes things to help people. He does really good work. As for meeting outside of music club, I'd really like that. I'd really like to have a new friend. Plus I can show you some basic signing, if you want. We can meet at lunch tomorrow, maybe? Or some other day. Or after classes, even." He handed over the page, offering a smile. Mattie seemed really nice, and it was always good to have friends, especially ones who were good in chaotic situations.
I'ʟʟ ᴅɪssᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ᴘᴏᴜʀs ɪɴ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ,
I ᴡɪʟʟ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ.
Dɪᴢᴢʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ ʟɪʟʏ ᴘɪɴᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴅs ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰʟᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴋ,
Bᴜᴛ ɪᴄʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴀʀᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ.
Bᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ʟᴜʟʟᴀʙɪᴇs, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴀᴍᴘᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2021 6:45 am
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2021 8:09 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Music Club
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? No one
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Relaying gifts?
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? This checks out for this year
It was finally time for Music Club to reopen, which was always great for Finley. He tucked his trumpet into its case, glad that he'd finished polishing it in time. It looked good, which was nice. He slipped on his ever untied shoes, then grabbed his case and headed down. Along the way, he ran into Calliope Whitethorne, which was interesting. Callie had previously dated Chadwick, albeit only for a month or two, and she was now dating Eden. It was all very... blonde.
She, however, seemed quite excited, and she was carrying a guitar case, despite him being pretty sure she preferred the keys. "Finley! I have a weird request, and you're the only one I know who can help! You know Mattie Harper? She's friends with Sparrow, bless her, and she plays the guitar?" "I know of her, yes, what's up?" "Well, over the summer a tragedy befell her beloved guitar. So I sent a letter to some family 'cause we've got ties to the music shop and... well... I managed to get her a new guitar. But, thing is, I don't want her to know it's from me, because I don't know if she likes me or not. So... is there any way you can give it to her? And say it's from a friend or something? I don't know how else to get it to her. Maybe by owl, but I dunno, guitars are kinda heavy. Anyway, do you think you can help?"
Finley blinked at Callie, confused by the number of words that flowed from the girl. In their previous interactions, she was either really quiet or said some really weird nonsense. "Of course I can help. Here, hand it to me. If she shows up today, I'll pass it along in club. Otherwise... I'll find a way, don't worry." After a brief word of thanks, Callie flitted off to... wherever she had been. Finley adjusted his stance, then continued the journey. He set the guitar down beside the piano and used a bit of magic to set up the room. He debated figuring out a way to message Mattie directly, but decided against it. He didn't know her well enough to send a random summons to the club, and he didn't want to be assumed to be a creep. Hopefully she showed up since there were a few school-owned guitars to play, otherwise he was going to have to call upon his own connections to get the instrument to her.
Trying hard to fight these tears. I'm crazy worried
Messing with my head this fear I'm so sorry
You know you gotta get it out I can't take it
That's what being friends about. I want to cry I can't deny
Tonight I wanna up and hide and get inside
It isn't right I gotta live in my life
Gotta turn the world into your dance floor
Push until you can't and then demand more
You and me together, we can make it better
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2021 3:25 pm
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2021 5:05 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Music Club
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Mattie
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Relaying gifts
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Hopefully my lie worked...
Finley was just getting his trumpet free from its case when the very person he'd been awaiting practically danced in, holding a stack of papers. Probably sheet music, but he could never be too sure. Mattie asked if he were going to play, to which he placed the mouthpiece on his trumpet, grinning. Apparently her music playing was rusty, but if Callie's story was true... well. He knew why. "I don't know any critics, no, but I'm glad you showed up early. Um, someone dropped this off here and left a note saying it was for you. So. Uh... this is for you, I suppose." Man he was bad at lying. Either way, he handed over the guitar over to the blonde, offering a smile as he did so. At least his lie was reasonable, right? and it protected Callie's anonymity...
Inside the case, tucked beneath the strings, sat a letter, written in a formal hand.
{{OoC: sorry for the edit, I forgot a bit}}
Trying hard to fight these tears. I'm crazy worried
Messing with my head this fear I'm so sorry
You know you gotta get it out I can't take it
That's what being friends about. I want to cry I can't deny
Tonight I wanna up and hide and get inside
It isn't right I gotta live in my life
Gotta turn the world into your dance floor
Push until you can't and then demand more
You and me together, we can make it better
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2021 5:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2021 9:28 am
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Music Club
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Mattie, Firstie
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Relaying gifts
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? At least it's cool looking
Finley pondered a moment after mentioning his lack of knowing critics, then an idea popped into his head. "Although, while not a critic, I know someone probably willing to review your music? My dad's coworker's dating a musician who's breaking the famous title. Has shows all over, anyway. I can send a letter, if you want? I dunno if he'd do it, but he seems nice, so he might." He offered a shrug, thinking to the only few times he'd actually met Kylian. He seemed down to earth and chill... and also very French, but so was Zoe, so it was a match for them.
After handing over the case, Mattie screamed, which startled the taller teen. After a second, she accused (and threatened) him. Finley held up his hands in a gesture of innocence, his trumpet laced through his fingers on one hand. He wasn't about to toss his beloved trumpet, after all. "Honest. It had your name on it, and I'm not about to take it away. No need to fight. It looks cool, though. Lots of... colors." He vaguely wondered how it would look through his former field of vision, then decided it didn't matter too much. She seemed overjoyed, meaning Callie's gift had been a success. Mattie started reading a note, and briefly Finley wanted to roll his eyes. Hopefully she'd typed it up or something, because her handwriting was probably easy to tell. Everything about Callie was... very unique to her. She was a strange girl, very nice.. but very strange.
At that moment, another student, this one looking like a first year (or at least someone Finley hadn't ever seen before) walked in, looking a bit worried. She offered a wave, so Finley returned the gesture, adding a small, friendly smile. Hopefully it helped ease any worries. She seemed to be a meta, which was super great, since there was another that had been in the club the last couple years. Then again, if rumor served correctly, the first year class brought about three of them. That was a lot of colors. The girl started singing quietly, and it seemed to be in another language, but not one Finley could quite place. He grabbed the silencer from his trumpet case and set that in, not wanting to deafen anyone. The trumpet was certainly one of the louder brass instruments, after all.
Trying hard to fight these tears. I'm crazy worried
Messing with my head this fear I'm so sorry
You know you gotta get it out I can't take it
That's what being friends about. I want to cry I can't deny
Tonight I wanna up and hide and get inside
It isn't right I gotta live in my life
Gotta turn the world into your dance floor
Push until you can't and then demand more
You and me together, we can make it better
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2021 9:53 am
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Music Room
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Finley, Mattie, Housemate?
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Music Club
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I'm gonna figure out this beat
xxxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴍʏ Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Mᴏᴏᴅ? Nervous then Focused
Simon hurried to music club, hoping not to be late. Admittedly, the club had more of an open door policy, rather than actual meetings, but he still disliked being tardy. His drumsticks of the day were clutched in hand, a book of percussive practice steps in the other. When he finally got there, he spotted Finley the trumpeter, Mattie looking... very emotional, and another person whom he did not know. She looked familiar, and Simon figured he'd probably spotted her in the common room. It's where he chose to spend quite a bit of his time, anyway, so it'd make sense. Otherwise, it was just one of the other metamorphs from the new class, of which there were three. Simon's rare trait was suddenly not so rare. Part of him appreciated that, as he didn't like being the odd one out. But three in one class... was just a statistical anomaly, surely. Once in the club, he waved over at Mattie, then scooted to the drum kit in the corner. Setting out his music book, he tapped out a few practice rhythms. He hadn't played in almost a whole week since leaving home, and he didn't want to start a complex beat, then get tangled. He still had that issue, but luckily his dad had been playing forever, so there was always someone to turn to for assistance. It was a lot less so while actually at school, though. Maybe he wouldn't embarrass himself. He bit his bottom lip and went for it, trying out a more tricky rhythm. Hopefully Finley would appreciate that it was classed as a jazz rhythm, as Simon was pretty sure the Ravenclaw only ever knew jazz. Maybe that was just in music club, though. As he started, his hair changed from a true blue to a more focused indigo hue. At least the music seemed to flow.
{{OoC: feel free to bother Simon. he's just jammin}}
I'ʟʟ ᴅɪssᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ᴘᴏᴜʀs ɪɴ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ,
I ᴡɪʟʟ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ.
Dɪᴢᴢʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ ʟɪʟʏ ᴘɪɴᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴅs ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰʟᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴋ,
Bᴜᴛ ɪᴄʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴀʀᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ.
Bᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ʟᴜʟʟᴀʙɪᴇs, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴀᴍᴘᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2021 11:37 am
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Stefan Lee Salvatore Crew
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2021 7:31 pm
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✌ Chadwick ✌ Knapp ✌
Sixth Year Slytherin
Quidditch Beater ✌ Dueling Club Captain
▬▬"If you don't expect to like someone and then you do, that's an incredibly exciting moment."▬▬
Chadwick walked into the music room and it was already quickly filling up. He however, bee-lined for his favorite person, Finley. he wrapped his arms around him and gave him a hug, ”Hi Handsome. I missed you, I haven’t seen you all day it feels like.” Sure, he had just left Finley like half an hour ago, the two had gone separate ways to their dorms for a little while. Chadwick just… well he really liked being with Finley, and after getting to spend all the time with him during the summer it was a little weird to do classes and sleep so far away from each other. He was a little disappointed he had missed the guitar giving to Mattie, he had heard about the whole thing with Callie when he was last with Finley.
Chadwicklooked up as he heard a slight commotion outside, then saw his sister pulling his mirror image through the door.
Cenek groaned, ”Ugh. Dominik I don’t think this a good idea…” He was literally being drug, While holding a huge instrument case, a contrabass bugle, marching tuba, whatever you wanted to call it. ”You’re going to ruin my reputation here Dom! They don’t know I do music!”
Dominik glared at Cenek, ”If we’re here, you aren’t going to miss out on a perfectly good opportunity to practice. Besides, Chad will probably also be here and since neither of you have been home all summer we haven’t been able to work on any trios.” As she looked up she saw Chadwick, she waved her arm that had her alto-horn in it”Oh excellent, you must have gotten my Owl Chad, you want to run a number or two with us?” She looked at Chadwick’s empty arms, wrapped aroundFinley…. ”Chadwick where is your Picc. Sax?”
Chadwick tried to hush Dominik before she could say anything, but alas it was too late. Chadwick sighed and looked at his twin, ”Remember the days when I could be in music club and would only sing, you would just avoid music club? Well… i think those days are over with this little one here. I don’t have it with me, it’s in the dorm Dom. But I’ll bring it next time I need a bit more practice, I haven’t touched it in a while…” Now, Chadwick just hoped that Finley wouldnt’ ask about ay instruments, that would be ideal.
▬▬"The real question I guess is - do I deserve you?" ▬▬
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Where: Music Club
With Whom: So Many Knapps + Finley <3
Thinking about: DOM NO
Description: 5'8" blond teen with blue eyes
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2021 3:04 pm
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❅ "Mattie" ❅ Matilda Rose Harper ❅
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xxxxxxxxx<Gryffindor 4th Year> <Muggleborn> <Little Sister> <Fighter and Dreamer><Music Club Leader and Dueling Club and Fite Club Member><Budding Artist of the Sword><Reserve Beater>
Location: Music Club
Wearing: A red sundress and combat boots
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She was late. Of course. That is what happens when you spend thirty minutes in the girls loo crying for no good reason. It was irritating. She suspected something was off but she wasn't sure what and that was not exactly a conversation she was ready to have with Sir and Ma'am. Like what would she say? "Hey, I've been crying unexplainably and thinking horridly morose things while other days being like a super human with tons of energy and almost no need for sleep." Mattie doubted that the infirmary would be any good since she had her doubts about witches and wizards and mental health stuff. They didn't have computers what could they do about mental stuff besides shove them in the dungeons or something.
She shook her head trying to focus and not think about how her long hair was now shoulder length because during one of her super-human times she thought cutting her hair was a brilliant idea. It looked cute she supposed, but the change was still something to get used to. Anyways, this time she brought a stack of papers as she decided to organize an exchange of tutoring, instruments, and performance times to really make the club shine. She was trusted this position by Finley and and she was going to do it right even if she felt like going back to the loo to sob a bit more. No, Mattie told herself, This is the time to hold your head high.
Mattie held a smile as she motioned to a stack of parchment and pens all for the brief survey on the papers:
[color=firebrick/goldenrod/darkblue/darkgreen][b]Character Name[/b] - [i]House[/i][/color]
[b]Year:[/b]
[b]What instruments do you play (voice counts!)?:[/b]
[b]What instruments have you brought with you?:[/b]
[b]What instruments will you need to borrow?:[/b]
[b]What instruments can you lend to others?:[/b]
[b]Are you interested in giving lessons? On what instrument?:[/b]
[b]Do you wish to take lessons? On what instrument?:[/b]
[b]Anything else?:[/b]
As she waited for others to fill out their forms she provided hers as an example:
Matilda Rose Harper (Mattie) - Gryffindor
Year: 4th Year
What instruments do you play (voice counts!)?: Voice, Guitar, Piano
What instruments have you brought with you?: Guitar
What instruments will you need to borrow?: Piano
What instruments can you lend to others?: None
Are you interested in giving lessons? On what instrument?: Yes, on guitar and piano
Do you wish to take lessons? On what instrument?: Yes, on anything!
Anything else?: I am currently the leader of the Music Club but I'm happy to accept any help or consider any suggestions.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒
𝒯𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝐼 𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔
The Professor set the hat down carefully on the student's head. For a moment the hat was silent before speaking....
Freedom? Freedom is quite a big thing to ask for, dear
I find you have to learn to grasp it yourself
Rarely is it simply given
Perhaps you'll find your own way in
Gryffindor!
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2021 4:40 pm
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xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Music Room
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Mattie Harper
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Music Club
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Maybe I could duet with someone?
xxxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴍʏ Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Mᴏᴏᴅ? Creative
Simon was running a bit late for Music Club, which was pretty rare of him. Typically he was fairly punctual no matter the destination. In this case, he rounded the final corner just as Mattie was walking in. Oh no, had she been late too? Or was his watch running early? Either way, he wasn't sure if she'd be immediately ready for him, so Simon dawdled back a bit. After his watch showed a couple minutes had past, he peeked in the room, then walked in in full. Mattie had set out some papers, and Simon looked a bit confused. Before starting that, he signed over "Good morning, Mattie. Are you excited to be running the show? It seems like changes are already in order for us!" He grinned, hair turning a dark pinkish orange. He grabbed one of the papers and a pen, carefully filling out all the information in his tiny, organized script. Once done, he handed it back to the girl, then took his usual location at the drum kit that seemed to exist in the room. He tapped out a few basic rhythms, hair changing like someone spilled yellow in the orange hues. He started slow, tapping out a basic rhythm, then incorporating some of the jazzier tones he and Finley had practiced last year, then continued on, having fun playing wild beats. It was so freeing playing the drums, since typically he shrouded himself in silence. The one time he didn't mind being loud and wild was while playing the drums, though usually it was the electric kit with his headphones on at home. Maybe eventually his drumming confidence would seep over into his everyday... but he doubted it.
Simon Blake - HufflepuffYear: Fourth What instruments do you play (voice counts!)?: Drums and minimal Piano What instruments have you brought with you?: I have drumsticks with me, plus a few practice pads for drums? What instruments will you need to borrow?: The drum kit that stays in the music room, please What instruments can you lend to others?: I have extra drumsticks, if needed Are you interested in giving lessons? On what instrument?: Maybe? If I did, it would be drums Do you wish to take lessons? On what instrument?: Not right now, thanks Anything else?: If you ever need help, I can do my best to assist! {{Wearing xx}}
I'ʟʟ ᴅɪssᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ᴘᴏᴜʀs ɪɴ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ,
I ᴡɪʟʟ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ.
Dɪᴢᴢʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ ʟɪʟʏ ᴘɪɴᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴅs ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰʟᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴋ,
Bᴜᴛ ɪᴄʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴀʀᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ.
Bᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ʟᴜʟʟᴀʙɪᴇs, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴀᴍᴘᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.
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