Room Of Requirement ((Ivy))

[VanessaLink]

Vanessa looked over her shoulder quickly, making sure no one was following her. Her mind was a jumble, with lyrics and notes that everything she said came out in a slight tune. She pushed open the door to the room of requirement and stepped inside, closing it behind her and sitting down on the nearest desk.

She took out her music sheets placed them on the desk next to her, took the top sheet and started pacing. Keeping the beat, she started to sing.

"I know what you did, like a bo-" She was interupted by the door being opened and someone stepping through. Vanessa sighed with reliefe when she saw who it was. She placed the paper back down and turned to the person.

[Ivy Tunstall]

Ivy walked along the corridor, her mind a jumble of thoughts, none of them pleasant ones. She needed somewhere quiet where she could think. Where should she do that?

Then the answer came to her - the Room of Requirement would be excellent. She had only been in there once or twice, but she remembered where it was.

Ivy came to the door and fingered it distractedly. then she pushed it open and stepped through, looking down. It was only when she heard the singing abruptly stopping that she looked up. Vanessa was in the room. Ivy must have disturbed her.

"Oh!" Ivy said. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." she trailed off, backing out of the room.

[VanessaLink]

Vanessa smiled at Ivy and shook her head. She stood up and leaned against the wall.

"No, it's fine. Did you need this room for anything?" She asked, curious. The Room of Requirement was a good place for all sorts of things. It just so happens that Vanessa used it for music. She wondered what Ivy would use it for.

"I was just, um trying to work out this music. Clearing my thoughts, et cetera." Vanessa added slowly as an afterthought

[Ivy Tunstall]

Ivy relaxed as Vanessa told her it was 'fine', and came into the room, shutting the door.

"Oh! Um... well I was just looking for a place to think," Ivy said. Ivy wasn't usually like this - she usually managed to be slightly less shy and awkward, but today she wasn't in a fit state.

Ivy walked over to the piano that stood in the corner of the room. She fingered the notes lightly but did not sound them.

"I guess it's the only place in the castle where you can get a piano," she said to Vanessa, smiling. She was aware that Vanessa was very musical.

"Do you write a lot of music?" she asked Vanessa, trying to say something to cover up how awkward she felt.

[VanessaLink]

"This room does wonders when you just want to think. I come here often myself." Vanessa responded to Ivy saying she just needed somewhere to think. the Room of Requirement was very much the place to go for a leiusrely thought run. Vanessa knew that, she was here very often and most the time she thought over so many things to do with family and music.

"Yeah, it's pretty much the only room. But, lately I have taken up guitar, now that I can play anywhere in the castle." She answered as Ivy fingered the keys of the piano. No music came from them, because she was touching them she wasn't pushing them, but Vanessa still smiled either way; imagining the note in her mind.

"I write music. I play it too. Lately my music hasn't been exactly sufficient. And that's never good. I suppose it's because there is a lot of things going on in my life at the moment. Music is my outlet, I sing and play when I've had a bad day, or feel like crying. It's a habit I suppose." Vanessa's eyes twinkled as she looked at Ivy with joy. She was talking without stuttering, this was very good.

[Ivy Tunstall]

Ivy looked at the older girl. "I wish I could play the guitar," Ivy said truthfully. "I mean, it's just, that everyone seems to like the guitar and think that it's really good, and I dunno... I'd like to play it." Ivy gave Vanessa an embarassed smile, afraid that she might have said something that could have been taken as offensive. Looking back over her words, it might be taken as that.
"Also, as you say, it can be played anywhere," Ivy said, her cheeks and tips of her ears hot. "I just play the piano, and not very well, because I never practice."

She listened thoughtfully to what Vanessa said about how she used music. She wished she had that, instead of just moping around. Sometimes when she played the familiar chords of a song she knew well, her tensions seemed just to disappear as the chords resolved themselves into a perfect cadence. Ivy supposed that the music was probably private if Vanessa used it in the way that she had said. She wasn't really sure what to say, so she just smiled awkwardly, hoping that the older girl would say something else.