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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun May 10, 2020 8:30 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Music Clubroom
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? No One, yet
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Opening Music Club
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Why did he have to choose me?
Walking into the music room, Finley looked around. It was weird being the first one here, and far weirder to be the person in charge. Taking a few moments to set things up, Finley sighed as he prepared. Soon enough, there would be people all around, each creating their own melodies, yet here he was, too afraid to play in front of them. Why had he been picked to lead the club? Vaguely, he reflected on the words of the former captain, saying it would prove helpful in giving him a social and creative outlet. Hopefully he was right. Once he was all set up, Finley pushed open the doors, playing a rather jazzy number on his trumpet. Luckily, it was one he was comfortable stopping as soon as people began to wander in.
Mᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ
Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ sᴏᴜʟ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ?
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇɢs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀʏ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ
Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ʟᴇꜰᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴍʙs ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇ, ɪꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ
Fᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ, I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2020 6:42 pm
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 ♖ Brook ♖ Knapp ♖
♖Fifth Year♖
Prefect♖Cooking Club Captain ♖ Fencing Captain ♖ Music Club Bagpiper ♖ Quidditch Team Chaser ♖
▬▬"Don't let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do."▬▬
Brook heard mention that music Club was opening, and that Finley was in charge this year. She ran to the club, and was the first one in there besides Finley. She clapped her hands infront of Finley, and began chattering on, "Finley you're the captain this year, you're basically obligated to do a duet with me now, you can't say no. I mean, you can say no, but please Finley?" She paused, and looked around, she felt... oddly empty, almost naked. She made a loud screeching noise, "I CAME TO MUSIC CLUB WITHOUT MY BAGPIPES FINLEY." She looked out the door and contemplated, was it worth going back to the dorm room to pull them out of her chest? Probably, everyone loved hearing her bagpipes. Would she do it? Probably not, she may get stuck in there with the first years asking questions, which was fine but...bagpipes....She looked at the long cherished piano, at the guitars, and sighed, before just pulling up a chair and sitting down, she would enjoy everyone else doing music, maybe jump into a singing thing if anyone offered.
▬▬"I cannot be with her, but I can study my heart out."▬▬
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Where & Who: Brook at Music Club
Thinking about: I left my bagpipes D: The tragedy
Brook Description: 5'4.5" tall with brown hair and blue eyes.
Wearing: Plaid skirt, pink button up short sleeved top
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Stefan Lee Salvatore Crew
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2020 6:56 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Music Clubroom
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Brook
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Opening Music Club
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I hope I don't look too enthused
Finley looked up in momentary confusion when he heard someone walk in and clap at him. He blinked, sighing softly as Brook greeted and started questioning him about duets. How was he supposed to get out of a duet this time. He gestured vaguely at his trumpet, clearly trying to think of an excuse. "I..." Lucky for him, he was stopped by Brook's loud declaration that she'd forgotten her bagpipes. Oh thank goodness! "Oh no, Brook, that really stinks. Maybe next time, though." He tried his best not to grin, hoping not to insult the older girl. Vaguely, he wondered if she, like him, only knew one instrument. Perhaps she'd find something else to play...
Mᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ
Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ sᴏᴜʟ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ?
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇɢs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀʏ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ
Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ʟᴇꜰᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴍʙs ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇ, ɪꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ
Fᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ, I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ |
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2020 7:42 pm
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You let your 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔱 run ᗯ𝕀Ĺ𝔻
𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 has 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 as we all go dₒwₙ
Yeah but for the ϝαʅʅ—oh, ᎷᎩ—
Do you DΛЯΣ to look them r̷i̷g̷h̷t̷ in the eyes?
Tori walked into the club room right as an older girl he recognized from a couple other clubs started screeching about forgetting her bag pipes. He blinked a couple times, a little glad she had. It wasn't that he disliked any instrument in particular, it was just that the bag pipes could be a little head ache inducing. He glanced at the two students in the club room and gave an awkward half wave and then a bow. It was ingrained in him, he couldn't help the polite Japanese gestures her mom had taught her all her life."Hello," she said quickly. "I'm Hitori Miyazaki, but Tori is fine. Uh I play piano, classic and jazz, and I really like to sing, but I rarely get a chance." She offered up with a small smile. She still hadn't figured out if she was supposed to add on to all her introductions, that by the way I am genderfluid so don't mind me if you see me in a skirt one day and a mens suit the next... or if that was super awkward. So far she'd decided to just let them figure it out at their pace. It wasn't like she cared about being misgendered since her gender could change by the minute some days.
'Cause ƚʜɘʏ will run you down, ᵈᵒʷⁿ 'til the dark
Yes, and they will гยภ you down, down 'til you ʄǟʟʟ
And they ₩łⱠⱠrun you ᗪㄖ山几 down to your ℃Ỗ𝐑ᵉ
Yeah, 'til you can't ςяΔ𝓌ㄥ no more
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2020 8:27 pm
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2020 10:18 am
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2020 10:53 am
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2020 12:36 pm
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You let your 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔱 run ᗯ𝕀Ĺ𝔻
𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 has 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 as we all go dₒwₙ
Yeah but for the ϝαʅʅ—oh, ᎷᎩ—
Do you DΛЯΣ to look them r̷i̷g̷h̷t̷ in the eyes?
Tori nodded when she said that was kind of the point of school. He figured that was true, but he really didn't have much experience with any sort of school life until now so he was still learning. When she mentioned the interesting criteria while looking towards Brook. Tori hadn't forgotten the mention of bagpipes and cringed a little at the idea of hearing that. Thankfully at least for today the girl had forgotten her instrument."Yeah... I heard her uh.... lamenting the forgotten instrument," he said carefully, trying not to laugh gleefully at their luck. "I was thinking more interesting like new songs to play. Preferably something a little more contemporary."He grinned a little bit. Despite his parents dislike of anything not traditional and proper, he had definitely squirreled away a bunch of music that was interesting and fun, instead of just classical piano. He'd even been able to buy a bunch of vintage band tees on ebay without his parents noticing. They weren't the most observant... especially since they thought he was the perfect heir.
'Cause ƚʜɘʏ will run you down, ᵈᵒʷⁿ 'til the dark
Yes, and they will гยภ you down, down 'til you ʄǟʟʟ
And they ₩łⱠⱠrun you ᗪㄖ山几 down to your ℃Ỗ𝐑ᵉ
Yeah, 'til you can't ςяΔ𝓌ㄥ no more
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2020 8:58 pm
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✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ σн, ι ¢συℓ∂ нι∂є 'иєαтн тнє ωιиgѕ
σf тнє вℓυєвιя∂ αѕ ѕнє ѕιиgѕ
тнє ѕιχ-σ'¢ℓσ¢к αℓαям ωσυℓ∂ иєνєя яιиg
вυт ѕιχ яιиgѕ αи∂ ι яιѕє, ωιρє тнє ѕℓєєρ συт σf му єуєѕ
тнє ѕнανιиg яαzσя'ѕ ¢σℓ∂ αи∂ ιт ѕтιиgѕ═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceTris entered the music club with an easy grin, guitar in hand. He always loved coming to music club, not even to play himself, but to hear everyone else, It was so nice to listen to everyone else, see where they were with their skill level, offer advice and help and watch everybody grow together. It was no wonder this was one of the more popular, and longest running, clubs in the school. He waved at the others, not wanting to interrupt... whatever was going on. Instead, he settled in with his guitar and started, very softly, playing the song stuck in his head. He knew it would be gone by the time he left club... replaced with something else. Hopefully something less catchy than NFWMB, so it would leave his head more quickly. He was going on day 3 of that randomly popping into his head. At least it was a good song.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ уσυ σи¢є тнσυgнт σf мє αѕ α ωнιтє киιgнт σи нιѕ ѕтєє∂
иσω уσυ киσω нσω нαρρу ι ¢αи вє
σн, συя gσσ∂ тιмє ѕтαятѕ αи∂ єи∂ѕ ωιтнσυт αℓℓ ι ωαит тσ ѕρєи∂
вυт нσω мυ¢н, вαву, ∂σ ωє яєαℓℓу иєє∂؟═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Music club room
wнen - Fall 2049
wιтн - Club members
pronoυnѕ - He/Him
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2020 4:35 pm
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Canaan GreyRavenclaw │ Sixth Year │ Sixteen Years Old │ Single
Canaan was definitely looking forward to the chance to let his hair down, figuratively, and play guitar at Music Club. As has been his wont over the years, he arrived with two guitar cases, one for the six-string acoustic he'd had since he started coming to the school, while the other held his twelve-string guitar which he preferred for playing folk music. He would have liked to bring his electric, but they didn't work here, and he'd yet to figure out how to use a spell which would get the sound he wanted.
Already at the club were several others, including Finley, the incoming Club Captain, and his teammate, Brook, whom was sans her bagpipes today, for which Canaan was disappointed. The pipes always struck a chord in his Celtic soul. There were a couple of a younger students, as well as Tristan, whom was in his year. He offered an unobtrusive wave of greeting as he entered the room, and found a place to sit down. He decided to get his old six-string out of its case, and waited until he could have a turn to start playing. He chose to play and sing an acoustic version of Foo Fighters 'Everlong', although he would have preferred doing the original plugged-in version.
 "The curtain rises on the scene, With someone shouting to be free
The play unfolds before my eyes, There stands the actor who is me
The sleeping hours takes this part, Through traffic, telephones and fear
Put out your problems with the cat, Escape until a bell you hear
Our reasons are the same, But there's no-one we can blame
For there's nowhere we need go, And the only truth we know comes so easily "
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2020 5:11 pm
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 ♥♡ SPARROW KIYA WINCHESTERsecond year || Gryffindor || pureblood
Drama club || Music club || Quidditch reserve + announcer
Herbology and Language Clubs (fall) || Cooking Club (spring)
_______________Sparrow usually arrived at Music Club with Sonora, either in human or bird form, but realized as she tucked her binder of songs under her arm and prepared to leave that that couldn’t happen anymore. Sona was..off investigating ruins and curses somewhere without a piano. Poor thing. Luckily for Sparrow though, a first year--and one she even recognized!-- quite literally dropped out of the air behind her as she was walking downstairs. ”Well hello Aire! Don’t just follow along, walk with me! That’s a flute you have there, isn’t it? Are you headed to Music Club? Do you play? If we have Language Club and Music Club together we should totally hang out on Sundays! I was practicing with my friends earlier, they’re very nice! ….” ”....and Rebliviakley has bagpies! But alas here we are, entirely too fast! Next week we can sing as we walk!” Sparrow said, pushing open the door to the music room. She sang a jaunty ”Good afternoon Music Club!” to the tune of Good morning, Baltimore” but then piped down to enjoy what everyone else was playing. _______________
setting Music || with Musician friends!
appearance 4'7", 105 lbs || hair color many colored] || wearing black top with sheer sleeves + dark jeans
status Hello Songs! _______________//OOC: sorry for accidental quotes
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Baby, I'm sorry
I'm not exactly what you had in mind
But please don't leave
If you stay I promise I will change your mind
And is it too much to ask to just be wanted
To feel the love I feel for you return
♡♥~"I'm not her" by Julia Brennan. Nightcore Cover.
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2020 5:12 pm
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 ✶☁DUANAIRE LIANE AINDRIAS-EVERAfirst year || Gryffindor || halfblood
Cooking Club appreciator || Fite Club ensign || Language Club cadet || Music Club fleeting flautist || Quidditch reserve
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Duanaire had brought her flute along to Hogwarts, and was headed to the Music Club room in case they did little jam sessions like the ship did. She wasn’t sure exactly what she would do otherwise, or even if she’d be good enough to join, but it was worth going at least once. Suddenly, the staircase started to move as she was finding her way downstairs and...eh, she’d done further drops. What was a moving staircase to a ship? Aire tightened the flute case on her shoulder, swung over the bannister as it moved, and held on for a moment until she leaped, landing solidly on the staircase beneath, and just behind her housemate. Not quite quietly enough for a perfect landing, but safely. That was when Sparrow besieged her with questions, and then derailed into talking about her friends and then She blinked, and gave the girl a confused thumbs up like she had with the Language Club captain earlier.
Aire blinked, a little relieved that they had arrived. Sparrow was fun but spoke too fast for Aire. She glanced around, but was disappointed, not seeing anyone with bagpipes. She gravitated towards Tori, someone she’d seen in classes and other clubs that week, and Ella? Elaina? Who she’d seen around the Gryffindor Common room a few times. ”Hey. I was promised bagpipes.”
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setting Language Club, September 2049 || with Older people
appearance 4'1", 70 lbs || wearing comfy white dress and boots
status Hopefully thumbs up made sense there _______________//OOC:
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Take a look around
And see the world we think we know
Then look closer
There's more to life than meets the eye
A beauty to behold
It's all much bigger than we know
It's only just beginning to unfold
So let it all unfold
☁✶"Wonderful Life" from Smallfoot.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2020 8:41 am
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♖ Brook ♖ Knapp ♖
♖Fifth Year♖
Prefect♖Cooking Club Captain ♖ Fencing Captain ♖ Music Club Bagpiper ♖ Quidditch Team Chaser ♖
▬▬"Don't let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do."▬▬
Brook sighed to Finley wanting her bagpipes in a terrible way, but not wanting to go get it. As others walked in she could see a bit of relief coming from her fellow music club people at the lack of her bagpipes, she could go grab a cello maybe - her mom didn't like the bagpipes either and made her learn a second instrument. But then, a first year came in and said she was promised bagpipes. Brook grinned at this girl, she loved her instantly. "I'm the bapiper, but I forgot them in my dorm... next time though, okay?" That would keep everyone happy, right? Or maybe people would just avoid music class next time. Either way, that was fine. She would take this time to enjoy the music of everyone else, maybe give pointers on how to tune up a little more. And on the side, she could work on her OWL studies.
▬▬"I cannot be with her, but I can study my heart out."▬▬
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Where & Who: Brook at Music Club
Thinking about: I left my bagpipes D: The tragedy
Brook Description: 5'4.5" tall with brown hair and blue eyes.
Wearing: Plaid skirt, pink button up short sleeved top
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2020 1:54 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Music Clubroom
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Brook, Sparrow.... everyone else
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Opening Music Club
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I just wanna hide and play jazz
Finley perked up a bit when he overheard the first year mentioning that she played jazz. 100% of him wanted to invade, ask all kinds of questions... but also he didn't want to be a jerk. Chadwick was already using his so-called charm to convince people that Finley was in the wrong, and honestly, the third year didn't need any more stress. He glanced over at Tris - at least he was pretty sure that's what his name was - when he walked in, then Canaan broke the conversive silence with an actual song. It was one Finley thought he recognized, but not one he could name. Somehow, more people came, this time in the form of Sparrow leading a younger girl along with her. The other girl noted that she was promised bagpipes, and Fin hoped that Brook wasn't going to be determined to run off and fetch them. Luckily, the thought of hurrying to and from the Ravenclaw common room seemed an effective deterrent. "Sure. We meet weekly, so..." So plenty of chances to hear the bagpipes. Though - and he'd never admit it - Brook was probably the best bagpiper he'd met.
Mᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ
Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ sᴏᴜʟ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ?
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇɢs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ
Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀʏ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ
Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, Iꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ʟᴇꜰᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴍʙs ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇ, ɪꜰ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ
Fᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ, I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ |
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2020 3:41 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Music Room
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? No one, yet
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Music Club Opening
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Hope it's a good year
It was that time again. Finley dressed a bit nicer than the norm, grabbing his trumpet and heading for the music room. He flipped on the lights, then used a bit of spellwork to dust everything. He spent the next few minutes carefully straightening everything and making sure it looked nice. With a sigh, he wondered how the turnout would be, and if Brook would be feeling back to her normal self. Having club meetings without her tooting the bagpipes was weird, but having the previously very bubbly Ravenclaw all sad... that's what freaked him out. In fact, all the Knapps had changed, though some for the better. If he'd thought last year that he'd be on friendly terms with Chadwick... well.... it just hadn't seemed plausible at the time. Though he did still seem to be being an arse to Sparrow... but that was a whole different issue. Shaking his head and letting out a heavy exhale he didn't know he'd been holding, Finley moved to push open the doors, officially prepared for people to show up. It was time to get musical.
Deciding to try that "get used to playing in front of people" thing Sparrow was always talking about, Finley grabbed his trumpet and started playing Miles Davis' Straight - No Chaser. He closed his eyes, swaying a bit. Maybe the sound would draw people in.... or terrify them away. One of the two, probably. He'd put up flyers with the opening day and time, and there really wasn't more he could do. For now, he'd just let the sound of jazz carry away his anxieties...
{{OoC: MUSIC CLUB OFFICIALLY OPEN!}}
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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