The Wrong Lyrics ((Will))

[fallenangel]

Malcolm grabbed his hard guitar case from beside his fourposter in the Slytherin dormitory. He had been wanting to practice a new song he had thought up in the last day. The one passion of his life was music. It was the only thing his grandmother had let him continue on in. His own passion and love, not his grandmothers, like everything else had been. She had either taken away his other interests or had given him new ones, but she had left his love for music alone. She had even helped make it grow. It was the one thing that made Malcolm slightly love his grandmother. She had allowed him to keep the most important thing to him. He held the guitar close to him as he grabbed his wand and headed out the door. If anything ever happened to his guitar he would probably kill whoever had caused the damage, no matter who it was.

Today it was a beautiful day outside and that's where Malcolm was heading. He knew the perfect spot away from the filth of Hogwarts to be able to play without much interruption, hopefully none, but it just all depended. He exited out the large doors int he entrance hall and was momentarily blinded by the sun until he pulled his sunglasses down. The magical lenses deepened in color to prevent the UV rays from penetrating simultaneously keeping the grounds the normal color unlike muggle sunglasses which tented everything and not just the sun's rays. He ignored the stares of other students except for the occasional sneer that he gave to those who were more inclined to ask him if he played. What unworthy filth. No I don't play, I just decided it was fun to carry around a case with a guitar inside, Malcolm thought in disdain. Was it just him or did it seem like people were getting more and more ignorant? He smiled slightly at the thought. Lately the school had been accepting more and more mudbloods, he figured that's why the school's IQ level was going down. Not to mention the lowering of the average wizarding IQ. The more the filthy purebloods mix with mudbloods and half-breeds the further the IQ level drops. They really need to stop breeding with filth. Malcolm's hatred for mudbloods and half-breeds was growing more and more intense. He really wished the Dark Lord would hurry up and rid the world of the filth.

Lost in thought over the population of mudbloods vs. purebloods Malcolm arrived at a rock that was blocked by trees near the Forbidden Forest, but he technically wasn't within the forest itself and therefore could get by on a technicality within the rules of Hogwarts. He smiled. He had found this spot his first year at Hogwarts. It had become his refuge when things went wrong. It was also the one place where he could practice his guitar without feeling like someone was going to walk in on him. He always felt that way when he was practicing up in a classroom or in the dormitory. It wasn't that he didn't like attention, he just didn't want attention if he hadn't finished a song. As soon as he finished a song it didn't matter to him where he was, in fact he enjoyed showing off a bit to others. He just needed the assurance of finishing. It was the only way he could work.

Malcolm pulled the guitar out of the case and ran his hand along the smooth face of the guitar. Taking his wand out he flicked it to start the magical amplification of the guitar. It was loud enough for only those within 3 meters of him to hear. He strummed the strings as he hummed the starting pitch matching it up with a Dm7 cord.

"Sitting here I begin to think
My thoughts snaking through my mind..."

Malcolm stopped and shook his head at the low sound of the words he was singing. They weren't what he wanted. He wanted something else to be said, but what was it? Something didn't sound right about them, in fact he thought they rather sucked, but he didn't know what he wanted in place of them. He ran a hand through his hair. Maybe I should just worry about the tune first and then go back in to match lyrics. I know what I want I just don't know how to sing it yet, the thought seemed to calm him a bit and he continued on strumming away at his guitar totally wrapped up in the sound of the cords.

[will]

Will meandered around the grounds, a normal activity for him. And as usual, his feet went to the lake first. He circled it, stopping to exchange a few words with friends before moving on. Most people gathered at the lake to relax or swim, now that it was slowly getting warmer, now in the high fifties. After finishing up his tour of the lake, Will then headed to the Forbidden Forest, a must. If he didn't go there while outside, it would bother him for the rest of the day until he could resist no longer. While some of his visits were merely five minutes long, other times they were close to two hours of just walking the perimeter or sitting on some rock or log, waiting and watching for something to appear. Most of the time he was disappointed in his search for living creatures but other times he got lucky.

Today Will was feeling worn; his feet thudded against the ground without care and his arms swung about as he walked. He wasn't even sure what his destination was; usually for the day he had picked out a rock or log with which he would sit on. This was probably because of his lack of sleep the night before as the rings under his eyes clearly spoke for. Will licked his chapped lips as he reached the imaginary border line that, if stepped over, would make you a dead man and the murderer would be your House mates when they found out you lost House Points. Will wouldn't dare create that enmity between his fellow Ravens and the blatant disrespect for rules wasn't in his system. So he pivoted to the right and began to walk a few feet away from the line just as always to create a suitable distance.

His pounding feet ceased as he reached an area enclosed by trees. Will had found the rock inside a very nice sitting place and since he had no other place in mind, he made a bee-line to the trees. It wasn't one of Will's favorite places to sit to be honest so he hadn't gone in there for a while. It was somewhat chilly in the shade of the trees and he preferred the warmth of the sun when given the choice, so he wasn't seen much in there. As he entered through the trees and into the opening, he realized that someone else was in here and had taken this spot as their own. Music reached his ears as Will blinked to accustom to the slight semi-darkness while some sunlight shone in from cracks in the canopy above. Will narrowed his eyes and saw someone sitting on the rock, a guitar in his hands. Guitars seemed to be more and more popular these days, along with singing. Will wasn't musically inclined, so to him all of this seemed like bologna and a complete waste of time. The guy was still playing his guitar so Will crept along to the side, hoping he wouldn't interrupt him. He knew being interrupted was a pain so he didn't want to play the part.