Impromptu celebration ((Open))

[kris]

The first note was almost hesitant as if the guitar was only testing if it sounded right. The notes started to flow slowly breaking up the air before growing in strength starting to tell their own story. Kris had never learned in any musical academy. He didn’t need it. He had musical hearing and even now that he was blind he could still play as good as before. It was as if his fingers played on their own. And this gave sincerity to the melody he played. Kris grinned and leaned his back against the outer wall of one of the Hogwarts towers. He was standing on top of the Great Hall. He wondered briefly if he was visible from inside the Hall through the magical ceiling but it didn’t matter. Right now Kris felt like playing rock. The good rock that wasn’t played very often anymore. He had even dressed properly. Black pants and black boots and a white silk-blouse, even if Kris hadn’t bothered to button up the blouse properly and the pouring rain made it stick to his skin. He performed rarely, but this felt right today. Kris grinned taking one more loud accord on the guitar between his hands before tilting his head backwards a little and singing loudly to the air and the world around him.
”I wake up in the morning
And I raise my weary head
I got an old coat for a pillow
And the earth was last night’s bed
I don’t know where I’m going
Only God knows where I’ve been
I’m a devil on the run
A six gun lover
A candle in the wind,”

Kris smirked and let the sound of guitar raise again. It was spring. It was time to celebrate. And he knew that the music would bring Dana to him in no time. Dana, Cleo. Music, especially from such a location on top of the Great Hall – would draw attention and it would do so surely. Besides the song was good. Suited Kris. He could rather be called an outlaw than a proper citizen, a criminal before a cop. And this singing on the roof, in rain made one feel almost free.
” When you’re brought into this world
They say you’re born in sin
Well at least they gave me something
I didn’t have to steal or have to win
Well they tell me that I’m wanted
Yeah I’m a wanted man
I’m colt in your stable
I’m what cain was to abel
Mister catch me if you can
I’m going down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I’m going down in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
I’m no one’s son
Call me young gun,”

Kris smirked as he heard the sound of someone’s feet touching the ground. Or the roof which was a bit more precise at the moment. And a moment later the clatter of a broom as if was thrown to the side carelessly and Kris flashed a quirky grin at the familiar sound of Dana’s laughter. Dana had found her way here quickly today. Like always. Maybe she had felt the pull of rain and music as strongly as Kris himself had. Even though they weren’t related overly closely by blood, Kris and Dana were even closer than twins sometimes. They could finish each other sentences and they could judge the mood of the other from the first word. Kris smirked widely as the accords sounding from under his fingers grew even louder and stronger as Kris continued the song.
“You ask about my consience
And I offer you my soul
You ask if I’ll grow to be a wise man
Well I ask if I’ll grow old
You ask me if I known love
And what it’s like to sing songs in the rain
Well,I’ve seen love come
And I’ve seen it shot down
I’ve seen it die in vain
Shot down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
’cause I’m going down in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
I’m the devil’s son
Call me young gun,”

Kris had barely had time to advance with one more verse when a loud creak was heard as the same door Kris himself had used to get to the roof had used opened again and was left open as no crash sounded that always accompanied the closing of the heavy door. Clicking of heels and Kris grinned turning his head towards Cleo’s voice who automatically started to sing back up music to the lyrics of the last verse. Their voices sounded well together as had been proved on earlier occasions as well, especially so as both enjoyed singing. Closing his eyes behind the ever-present sun-glasses Kris continued the song his voice sounding clearly even over the soft patter of the rain, the clicking of Dana’s heels and the sound of the guitar.
”Each night I go to bed
I pray the lord my soul to keep
No I ain’t looking for forgiveness
But before I’m six foot deep
Lord,i got to ask a favor
And I’ll hope you’ll understand
’cause I’ve lived life to the fullest
Let this boy die like a man
Staring down the bullet
Let me make my final stand
Shot down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I’m going out in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
And I’m no one’s son
Call me young gun
I’m a young gun.”

Kris laughed. A rare sound from him. It was rare that he showed this much emotion at all. But something about this moment just seemed to erase all worries for the present time.

((The song "Blaze of Glory" belong to Bon Jovi and I have no claim over it, other than liking it.))

[dana]

Dana stood near the entrance to the Hogwarts castle conversing with Jazz about the last quidditch practice. Dana was the team’s seeker so conversing with the team captain from time to time was simply obligatory. The fact that Jazz was a friend just made it even discussions about tactics as to how soon and when to catch the snitch and when not much more fun. And it was a relief that with NEWTs coming up next year Dana didn’t have to come up with any plans for games. She could do perfectly well without that extra stress. Smirking at a sort of good acquaintance from Slytherin house Dana nodded her greeting to the girl as she passed them on her way towards the Slytherin common room. Tilting her head Dana suddenly caught an almost, but not entirely familiar sound. It was distant but it was almost calling her. Dana’s eyes turned slightly unfocused as it took a moment for her to recognize what it was.

“Kris!” Dana called out suddenly turning on her heel and pulling a short black leather jacket over her shoulders once again. Not caring if her legs threw up dirt as she run over the still a bit slushy ground being surprisingly steady on her high stiletto heels. “Accio Firebolt!” Dana called pointing her wand towards the quidditch pitch and the locker rooms Dana knew it shielded and a few moments later the called broom came whizzing towards Dana. Catching the smooth wood Dana threw one of her legs over the broom and pushed off the ground, the slight wind pulling the ribbon that had tied her hair together off. Soaring higher Dana circled the castle before landing on a wide flat roof on top of which Kris was playing his guitar and singing. Dana grinned happily as she landed on the roof with her heels making a loud clicking sound. Careless throwing her broom to the side Dana felt her spirits rise slightly. It as if anything didn’t matter and her body just pulsated along with the rest of the world and the music even if her clothes (a waist-long leather jacket, a white button up shirt and light-grey pants) weren’t the wisest choice to be outside in the March rain.

Dana laughed as she kicked her broom to the side near some tower as she threw her arms up and twirled. Old rock was the ultimate best. It had the beat needed to loose yourself completely in a dance and at the same time it had lyrics to fit. Something most popular pop songs right now seemed to lack. Maybe the old singers were almost extinct dinosaurs but they were incredibly talented. Her eyes glided closed almost on their own accord as Dana didn’t even think of any of the steps, rather just letting her body move. It had been so long since Kris had picked up the guitar and just sang for his own pleasure. So long since Dana had been able to just let her body flow to the music and forget everything else. It just felt so right, so liberating to do now once again so Dana just danced not even caring of the rain soaking her to the bone.

[cleo]

Cleo was curled up in a chair in the Ravenclaw common room with a book and an almost finished Charms essay. It was pouring outside and no one seemed to be very active right now. The perfect moment to finish homework and Cleo had jumped at the chance. Besides it wasn’t as if she had anything better to do. She had already skimmed through her wardrobe earlier, picking out a red skirt and a black top to wear today as well as black knee-high black boots, had painted her nails accordingly to her outfit and hexed some 2nd year Slytherin who had been taunting the owls in the owlery. Cleo had been wanting to try out her newest jinx after all so the opportunity had been perfect.

One of the common room windows was opened to let in fresh air despite the rain outside. Someone had discovered the fresh air helped the brain to work so a window was lately kept open. This time something more curious floated in from the opened window. The sound of a guitar was impossible to mistake for anything else and over months Cleo had learned to recognize Kris’s voice in the middle of her sleep as well. But was he really singing muggle songs? Standing up Cleo stood and walked to the window trying to peer closer to from where the music sounded only to be fully convinced that it was in fact Kris. And Dana flying over to the roof of the Great Hall apparently. Grinning widely Cleo left all her things to where they were as she tore off running outside the common room almost tackling a small first year to the ground in the process. She didn’t have a broom but she knew a way through hallways to that part of the roof so Cleo rushed down hallways and staircases at full speed towards the door reaching it at record time. Having to spend a couple of minutes to push open the shockingly heavy door Cleo left it opened as she stepped onto the roof feeling the colder air and the rain surround her immediately.

Cleo recognized the song as one of Bon Jovi’s hits and timing her own way of lyrics Cleo settled down to sing back up to Kris who was dressed rather originally. Cleo found herself quietly pondering that if all male singers wore similar outfits they would be twice as popular. As Cleo didn’t have to handle the guitar she could dance along with Dana. Catching the eye of the older girl they managed to fit their moves together, Dana having to simplify her previous steps so that Cleo would be able to copy them as they danced together in a sort of mix between belly-dancing, ball-room dancing and club-dancing. The outcome wasn’t something you saw daily, because the shimming moves that added attraction to every twist and turn were actually harder to do than it showed but it felt oddly great to just dance in the chilly rain. Usually Cleo merely preferred to dance in the rain during summers when it was warm.

Laughing along with Kris as the song ended – the first that were about to follow Cleo was sure, as she was not going to let Kris stop playing easily right now – Cleo twirled closer to him throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a quick kiss. “That was great! Who would have ever thought that the big bad Slytherin would sing muggle music so perfectly. Play something more.”

((I suppose this is open for all who wish to join. But I’m also perfectly capable of having my characters entertain themselves, so I wont’ cry even if no one joins either. This is just for my own amusement as Bon Jovi does odd things to my mood right now.))