- Messages
- 445
- OOC First Name
- Kait
- Sexual Orientation
- Dymetris ❤
- Wand
- Oak 14 3/4" Essence of Raven Feather
- Age
- 2/2014
Faxen Lowart was dressed casually and comfortably as she made her way down to the the great lawn. It was a bright sunny day outside which pleased her. The young Gryffindor loved the sun and wanted to soak up some vitamin D while she was caught up on her school work. Faxen still hadn't made many friends though she was quite a friendly girl. Out on the lawn, she spotted a bare place were she thought she could practice her guitar. It was a place called the cliffs, which she knew was supposed to be off limits. Therefore, it was naturally the place that she was going.
Faxen had started her gutair lessons two years ago. It hadn't been hard to pick it up since she had mastered the piano. Her piano was her prefered instrument but it was too large to bring with her to school. Faxen had a natural aptitude for music as did her brothers and sister. It was something they had gotten from their father, according to mum. Faxen's memories of her dad had already begun to fade since his death several years ago.
Faxen looked around her, to make sure no one was about to get her in trouble. She was alone. A gleam entered her honey brown eyes as a smile spread across her face in glee. There was no one about! She found a comfy patch of grass, sitting down on it indian style. She swung her guitar up and into her lap. She played a few chord progressions to warm up. Then she began song, singing as she played her guitar.
Faxen had started her gutair lessons two years ago. It hadn't been hard to pick it up since she had mastered the piano. Her piano was her prefered instrument but it was too large to bring with her to school. Faxen had a natural aptitude for music as did her brothers and sister. It was something they had gotten from their father, according to mum. Faxen's memories of her dad had already begun to fade since his death several years ago.
Faxen looked around her, to make sure no one was about to get her in trouble. She was alone. A gleam entered her honey brown eyes as a smile spread across her face in glee. There was no one about! She found a comfy patch of grass, sitting down on it indian style. She swung her guitar up and into her lap. She played a few chord progressions to warm up. Then she began song, singing as she played her guitar.