- Messages
- 666
- OOC First Name
- ★ Missy
- Wand
- Yew Wand 14" Essence of Fairy Dust
The Music Room. It was Willow's fifth home....after her actual home, the Gryffindor tower, the kitchens and the library.
Willow felt all her stress relieved in this room. It reminded her of her Uncle's Music Studio back in Dunedin. It was small and quiet but well equipped full of muggle instruments and enchanted wizarding instruments. She walked through to the small practice rooms, and laid her violin case amongst the black grand piano.
Smiling, she walked back to the door and closed it before returning to the grand piano. Pulling out the stool and lifting the lid of the piano, she played a middle C note. The rich warm not rang out in the room, bringing itself alive. She then played a chord, the harmony sounded exquisite. Happy with the sound, she stretched her fingers and started playing one of her own compositions. It was her Winter song, the song that reminded her of the transition of Autumn going into Winter. It started off coldly and moving to hurried excitement that Willow remembers as a child of running out to play in the snow.
Music was one of Willow's main life source, she would like to think the world could be better if everyone played a little music now and then.
Willow felt all her stress relieved in this room. It reminded her of her Uncle's Music Studio back in Dunedin. It was small and quiet but well equipped full of muggle instruments and enchanted wizarding instruments. She walked through to the small practice rooms, and laid her violin case amongst the black grand piano.
Smiling, she walked back to the door and closed it before returning to the grand piano. Pulling out the stool and lifting the lid of the piano, she played a middle C note. The rich warm not rang out in the room, bringing itself alive. She then played a chord, the harmony sounded exquisite. Happy with the sound, she stretched her fingers and started playing one of her own compositions. It was her Winter song, the song that reminded her of the transition of Autumn going into Winter. It started off coldly and moving to hurried excitement that Willow remembers as a child of running out to play in the snow.
Music was one of Willow's main life source, she would like to think the world could be better if everyone played a little music now and then.