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Post by Melody Bang-Bala G6 on Feb 28, 2005 19:59:06 GMT
Melody paused before heading down to the Common Room. It wasn't a place where she tended to spend much time. She knew very few people, tending to keep in the very tight circle of her friends. It hadn't been a policy which had made her tremendously popular, though. Most people seemed to think that she was a bit of an oddball. And maybe she did look like one today. Her long black hair was in bunches, and she looked tired and slightly flustered. She had been struggling with a Potions essay and was at the end of her tether. If that was the correct terminology to use.
Melody hummed to herself as she sat down and took out a piece of manuscript paper. For lack of inspiration, she started to doodle on it. She would spend a nice, quiet hour now, before going back upstairs, staring into the crackling flames, maybe transpose that passage so that she could sing it? Melody decided that that was an excellent idea, as she had little else to do to while away the time, and jumped up, her bunches bobbing ridiculously beside her, before running with great energy up to the dormitories to extract the piece of music. When she came down again, she found that there was a girl sitting in the chair right next to the one that she had been sitting in before she left.
The girl didn't look much older than her. Melody debated with herself whether she should introduce herself. If she did, it could well mean a change of plans. If she didn't, it could be perceived as rude. Well, Melody decided, she was versatile, so she would introduce herself. Melody placed her music on the table in front of her and sat down, turning to the girl with a smile.
"Hello," she said brightly, the bunches still going strong, "I'm Melody Bang-Bala." For a lack of anything better to say, she picked up the manuscript paper again and dipped her quill in her pot of deep blue ink, before starting to form a neatly rounded note on the middle ledger line.
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Post by bellatrixlestrange on Mar 2, 2005 18:58:33 GMT
Faith started up the stairs, slower than usual due to the long day she had induced. It was nearing six in the evening and she had just left the great hall after eating dinner with some of her friends and the exhaustion of a hard day was setting in. She made her way to the Gryffindor common room, feeling yawns tugging at her mouth every five minutes. It was sheer luck that she could walk the path blind-folded as her eyelids were drooping uncontolably.
After what seemed like an age to Faith she reached the Fat Lady's portrait.
"Hollow," She said quietly. The Fat Lady gave her a caring look and swung open so Faith could go inside.
The Common Room was busy but in her stupour Faith seemed deaf to the outside world. She chose an empty seat by the fire, with another next to it. Hopefully, she thought as she sat down, one of her friends would join her from the Great Hall and wake her up a bit.
The seat was taken however by a stranger. A girl that looked younger than Faith introduced herself and began writing notes on a peice of parchment. Faith smiled. Anyone who liked music was good enough in her books.
"Hi Melody," Faith greeted, "I'm Faith."
She gestured towards the girl's manuscript paper.
"Are you composing or transposing?" She asked with a grin.
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Post by Melody Bang-Bala G6 on Mar 7, 2005 22:06:33 GMT
Melody smiled as the older girl introduced herself as 'Faith', and looked up as she enquired about Melody's current pastime. Melody looked at the manuscript paper oddly, scratching another note onto it. She grimaced at the sound. This was an old quill, and it had become so worn that it was becoming almost useless.
"I'm transposing," she said finally, showing Faith the original passage she was taking the music from. "I want it in a different key, because this is written for a clarinet, and I want to play it on the violin." She blushed slightly, hoping that she wasn't being boring. But she had been asked.
Melody contined, adding in the occasional sharp, flat or natural sign where it was needed, and indicating the accents on the music. She was interpreting the music as she went - she would need to play it slightly differently on the violin. She wrote in suggestions for positions, although she would probably chnage at least half of them when she tried them out, finding them too awkward. She really couldn't think of anything else to say, so she glanced towards the older girl every now and then with an awkward smile, hoping that she would think of something to say instead. Melody was not in the habit of making very much conversation to start with. Conversations with her only really got interesting if you knew her well, because then she would reveal a wealth of knowledge about quite a surprising number of subjects.
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Post by bellatrixlestrange on Mar 20, 2005 13:29:56 GMT
Faith nodded her head in an impressed sort-of way as Melody annnounced that she was a violinist. Faith, herself, had never been blessed with musical talent, however interested she was in it, and held musicians in very high regard.
"I don't suppose you play the clarinet as well as the violin?" She ventured, "I'd be utterly jealous if you do. I haven't a musical bone in my body to be honest. I'd wager I even hum out of tune, but, I've always wanted to be able to play."
And she had tried, many times. Back at home Faith's room held a piano, a guitar, a flute and a saxaphone. All taken up by Faith at some point and all given up shortly afterwards. The piano had been the biggest success, Faith could play tolerably enough, but she had no real flair for it.
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Post by Melody Bang-Bala G6 on Mar 24, 2005 10:46:04 GMT
Melody's quill scratched on the paper as she rounded off another note, before looking up to answer the girl's question, tapping her foot to get the general rhythm of the piece she was transposing so she would have learnt it for later on.
"Yer say that now," she said, "but I'll wager ye'll be musical if ye'll only find the right instrument. Everyone has a right instrument. They just 'ave to take the time ter find it. I do play the violin, but not well. I think it's one I'm gonna give up soon. There's a simple reason - it's just not my instrument."
She smiled at Faith, taking up her quill with renewed vigour. Maybe, as she had originally intended, she could sing this passage. She'd just have to find some words for it. Simple enough, really. Melody tended to take her musical talent for granted. It was just something that she had had, and had nurtured, since a very young age. She pulled one of her bunches tight again, prompting it to start bobbing around crazily with fresh energy, and added in a sharp. She didn't like the shape of her sharps. They were too fat. She would have to work on getting them thinner and not looking like they had weight problems.
((For anyone who's wondering, it's going to take a while to put this grand ol Yorkshire accent in place, so please bear with me.))
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Post by bellatrixlestrange on Apr 7, 2005 11:20:34 GMT
"Well, perhaps my instrument hasn't been invented yet," Faith grinned, glad of Melody's kindness but doubting the truth of it very highly, "Either way, I don't think I'm going to find it. My parents spent a fortune on the instruments that I never really played, and they've said never again. Fair, really, but I can't help feeling it's a lost opportunity. I'd love to be able to play something like you."
((Apologies are as follows: Sorry it's short. Sorry it's late. Sorry to be pintruding but as I'm from Yorkshire and have been born and bred here (despite not having the accent of vocabulary - I'm very much a Southern-sounding person ;D) I know what words are used by old locals. I thought I'd help out - broad spoken Yorkshiremen leave out T's (As in 'wa'er') and the's (as in 'We'll go 'tuh pub' instead of 'We'll go to the pub'. They're one of the most common language faults here. I've never used them personally but I've met lots of people that do. ))
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