- Messages
- 45
- OOC First Name
- Jasmine
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Age
- 10
There was one of Aegerine's customary activities that she had been avoiding since coming to Hogwarts, and she knew her ability would suffer for it. Aegerine despised the notion of having to practice in a public space, with the possibility that just anyone could walk in and hear her playing. Only Mum was allowed to hear her practice at home, and even then only sometimes. Mostly she stayed in her room, where she was alone and the muffled strains of her oboe could only be heard down the hall. She missed, too, actually having lessons; she'd asked Mum to send her sheet music now and then so she could learn new things, but without a teacher Aegerine was worried her music would stagnate.
However, it would certainly regress if she continued to avoid practicing, so at last Aegerine faced her fears and went down to the closest thing this stupid school had to a music room. She was relieved to find no one there, and hoping that this would continue, she set up her music stand in the far corner from the door, unpacked and put together her oboe, and flicked through her sheet music searching for something appropriate to her mood to play. She played through several of her slower, gloomier pieces, noting that while her technique was rather rusty and she squeaked occasionally, overall she was doing fairly well. She smiled faintly to herself, feeling almost content for the first time since she'd come here, and started another piece.
However, it would certainly regress if she continued to avoid practicing, so at last Aegerine faced her fears and went down to the closest thing this stupid school had to a music room. She was relieved to find no one there, and hoping that this would continue, she set up her music stand in the far corner from the door, unpacked and put together her oboe, and flicked through her sheet music searching for something appropriate to her mood to play. She played through several of her slower, gloomier pieces, noting that while her technique was rather rusty and she squeaked occasionally, overall she was doing fairly well. She smiled faintly to herself, feeling almost content for the first time since she'd come here, and started another piece.