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Sam Prince sat on the green grass under the cool shading of a large oak tree. He always used this tree to sit and relax under. It was close enough to the lake to feel the cool breeze which floated over it but far enough to be bothered by any annoying 'lake dwellers'. Sam stretched over the body of his worn guitar as he searched through the many sheets of parchment which surrounded him, full of small notes and scribbles. Recently, Sam was having a creative splurge in writing music. As a young boy Sam had always thrown a few chords together to maybe form some sort of tune but now he was writing songs, not so much lyrics, but he figured they didn't need lyrics. These songs were written for himself, for fun. He wouldn't show these to anyone else.
It was his way of expressing himself, expressing his feelings, his thoughts. He was slowly getting over the break up with Toni and he didn't feel the empty void in his chest anymore, which Sam could only guess was a good thing. Sam also guessed that this release of emotions through his music, had something to do with it. Using a muggle pencil, Sam made a few adjustments to some of his notes that he had written earlier. His fingers spread the sheets of parchment out in a line on the grass in front of him and Sam studied them briefly. His bright blue eyes looked through his sunglasses out onto the lake and then he began to play. His fingers plucked the strings delicately in quick rhythm, his hand formed the chords with great ease and the fifteen year old Hufflepuff was soon obsorbed in his own thoughts.
That was the great thing about the lakefront. It was so full of people, that no one paid attention to each other, everyone just minded their own business. Once upon a time, Sam would have liked some attention when he played his guitar, but he was a child then. Now, his music was more personal, he was a little more self conscious and so, the fact that no one paid any sort of notice to him, worked just fine. As he strummed through his second verse Sam stopped suddenly, he quickly reached over to a sheet of his notes, and frantically made some more adjustments. He found that when he had some sort of brainwave he had to get it down on paper before it left his head completely. That was a frequent problem for this Hufflepuff. He then gathered, his sheets together into one pile and read through them once more, just to see if that last musical splurge had made any sort of sense.
It was his way of expressing himself, expressing his feelings, his thoughts. He was slowly getting over the break up with Toni and he didn't feel the empty void in his chest anymore, which Sam could only guess was a good thing. Sam also guessed that this release of emotions through his music, had something to do with it. Using a muggle pencil, Sam made a few adjustments to some of his notes that he had written earlier. His fingers spread the sheets of parchment out in a line on the grass in front of him and Sam studied them briefly. His bright blue eyes looked through his sunglasses out onto the lake and then he began to play. His fingers plucked the strings delicately in quick rhythm, his hand formed the chords with great ease and the fifteen year old Hufflepuff was soon obsorbed in his own thoughts.
That was the great thing about the lakefront. It was so full of people, that no one paid attention to each other, everyone just minded their own business. Once upon a time, Sam would have liked some attention when he played his guitar, but he was a child then. Now, his music was more personal, he was a little more self conscious and so, the fact that no one paid any sort of notice to him, worked just fine. As he strummed through his second verse Sam stopped suddenly, he quickly reached over to a sheet of his notes, and frantically made some more adjustments. He found that when he had some sort of brainwave he had to get it down on paper before it left his head completely. That was a frequent problem for this Hufflepuff. He then gathered, his sheets together into one pile and read through them once more, just to see if that last musical splurge had made any sort of sense.