Post by Melody Bang-Bala G6 on Feb 19, 2006 21:43:18 GMT
Spring was in the air. It was chilly today, but the sun was beating down cheerily nonetheless, and there was a bit of a breeze in the air. A spring breeze. Melody could feel it. You could just feel spring was coming, smell it. All around there were subtle hints. Birds she hadn't seen around for a while... crocuses, sunshine. Rain instead of snow. Actually, it wasn't raining right now. It was sunny, and Melody had gone outside to celebrate the coming of spring after her Potions homework by frolicking a little in the muddy grass. She had an old pair of trainers on, some old black jeans, a red T-shirt and then her school cloak on top in some attempt to look as though she was wearing proper school uniform. It was only the weekend now, so she thought this was all right; though she'd never bothered to read the rules properly. Hither and thither she went, stopping as she came across a blackbird and freezing so she could watch it, catching the eye of a squirrel and both of them staying still, wondering, until at last she looked away and the squirrel bounded off. Were these magical creatures? They looked Muggle but perhaps they were magical... most things at Hogwarts were. Apart from Potions. That was just an hour of drudgery per lesson.
Music was magical! Melody hummed part of a classical wizard symphony to herself. She'd been getting to know the music of the wizarding world more recently; it had been taking up a lot of her time, had music, and she'd expanded into the music of wizards too. She did want to be a musician when she grew up, after all, and that was a musician in the wizarding world. Not the Muggle world. Right now she was humming something she was learning the flute part to. And something hard had just hit her on the shoulder. Melody looked up and saw the sky that had been so sunny not ten minutes ago had now gone rather dark and forboding. And those things falling out of the sky were hailstones. Anytime now a deluge would begin and the grounds would be whitened with little balls of ice. And it would hurt. Hailstones weren't actually particularly nice. 'Run!' she thought. It was rather a long way across the grounds.
And here they came. Ouch. Hailstorms weren't particularly pleasant things. Each hailstone hurt and a whole lot of them was not a nice thing to be under. She could actually do with some protection here. Melody pulled out her wand and cast a basic spell that repelled things. Hailstones spewed off the shield so that she was surrounded by bouncing hailstones, making her look extremely odd. But still happy. Melody's bunches bobbed beside her and she ran and bounced herself in imitation of the hailstones. Only a few were able to get through her shield.
"Ah'm singin' in t'hail
Just singin' in t'hail
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again.
I'm laughing at clouds.
So dark, up above,
The sun's in me 'eart
And Ah'm ready fer love." she sang, bursting into melody as she dodged her way across the slippy balls of ice, the tune ringing out across the grounds and mixing in with the sound of the hailstones pounding the Grounds oddly.
"Let t'stormy clouds chase
Everyone from t'place
Come on with the hail
Ah've a smile on my face
Ah'll skid down t'lane
Wit' a happy refrain
And singin'
Jus' singin' in the hail... ee whoa!" she exclaimed as she finally skidded completely out of control. Luckily the hailstorm was slowing considerably now so though her shield faltered rather as she fought to retain her balance it didn't matter too much and she soon regained it, the hailstones still falling from the open heavens bouncing off at odd angles to give her a sort of icy halo. And there was someone else outside. She was quite near the castle now, she realised.
"Eee... it's a tad skiddy out 'ere today," she informed whoever it was. "Though if tha've a liking fer this sort o' thing it's actually quite fun... providin' t'hail stones don't get thoo too 'ard. Comin'?"
((Words to t'song adapted from Gene Kelly's 'Singing In The Rain' o' course. )
Music was magical! Melody hummed part of a classical wizard symphony to herself. She'd been getting to know the music of the wizarding world more recently; it had been taking up a lot of her time, had music, and she'd expanded into the music of wizards too. She did want to be a musician when she grew up, after all, and that was a musician in the wizarding world. Not the Muggle world. Right now she was humming something she was learning the flute part to. And something hard had just hit her on the shoulder. Melody looked up and saw the sky that had been so sunny not ten minutes ago had now gone rather dark and forboding. And those things falling out of the sky were hailstones. Anytime now a deluge would begin and the grounds would be whitened with little balls of ice. And it would hurt. Hailstones weren't actually particularly nice. 'Run!' she thought. It was rather a long way across the grounds.
And here they came. Ouch. Hailstorms weren't particularly pleasant things. Each hailstone hurt and a whole lot of them was not a nice thing to be under. She could actually do with some protection here. Melody pulled out her wand and cast a basic spell that repelled things. Hailstones spewed off the shield so that she was surrounded by bouncing hailstones, making her look extremely odd. But still happy. Melody's bunches bobbed beside her and she ran and bounced herself in imitation of the hailstones. Only a few were able to get through her shield.
"Ah'm singin' in t'hail
Just singin' in t'hail
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again.
I'm laughing at clouds.
So dark, up above,
The sun's in me 'eart
And Ah'm ready fer love." she sang, bursting into melody as she dodged her way across the slippy balls of ice, the tune ringing out across the grounds and mixing in with the sound of the hailstones pounding the Grounds oddly.
"Let t'stormy clouds chase
Everyone from t'place
Come on with the hail
Ah've a smile on my face
Ah'll skid down t'lane
Wit' a happy refrain
And singin'
Jus' singin' in the hail... ee whoa!" she exclaimed as she finally skidded completely out of control. Luckily the hailstorm was slowing considerably now so though her shield faltered rather as she fought to retain her balance it didn't matter too much and she soon regained it, the hailstones still falling from the open heavens bouncing off at odd angles to give her a sort of icy halo. And there was someone else outside. She was quite near the castle now, she realised.
"Eee... it's a tad skiddy out 'ere today," she informed whoever it was. "Though if tha've a liking fer this sort o' thing it's actually quite fun... providin' t'hail stones don't get thoo too 'ard. Comin'?"
((Words to t'song adapted from Gene Kelly's 'Singing In The Rain' o' course. )