Muggle? Ahhhhh!

[Grace Raven]

Grace left the Gryffindor common room with her violin. The common room had soon become crowded with students and Grace did not want to be surrounded by the students. Especially when she had decided that she wanted to play her violin. Grace was never one to play in front of crowds; she could not concentrate properly unless she was performing. Grace was unable to concentrate in front of her fellow house members; she did not know them very well. The only Gryffindor Grace spoke to on a regular basis was Shiloh Denton. Grace did not even talk to her other roommates and they basically lived together, but Grace never made the effort to talk to them, nor they to her.

Grace continued through the school. Admiring the paintings on the walls and such. Till she found herself at the lake, Grace had never spent much time here though the view was quite nice at sunset when the water turned beautiful shades of orange and purple. Though Grace never did spend much time looking at the scenery around her, she was usually too busy play her violin to look around her.
Sitting down on one of the many big smooth rocks by the shore. Fixing her posture and her white dress, Grace had never lost her dressing and sitting habits, she was raised as a lady so she will still act like one, wether being treated like a child of not. After a few deep breathes she started playing her violin, flawlessly. The slow tune she played was one of her favourites.

 

[Stefan Archer]

It wasn't always too surprising to Stefan Archer that although his birthday was coming up, he wasn't in the slightest excited. He didn't think he would recieve anything. He doubted anyone would bother to get him anything. They never did. Well, his last birthday had been a good one, he'd found out he was a wizard. Although he knew it was a good day now, at the time, Stefan had never been so afraid in his life. He didn't know what it actually was. If it was some sick joke, or if it was real. And if it was real then he was even more abnormal than before. And he knew his father would hate that. But, the fact it was now March meant that his black eye had almost completely faded. He was left, with a small scar on his cheek, and slowly the bruises on the rest of his body were beginning to fade. Still Stefan walked slowly and carefully. He paid attention to every step that he took to be sure that nothing made him worse. But then he always said that nothing could. But that was really a ridiculous thought since, there was a lot of things that could make him worse. But with a small shake of his head, Stefan got rid of the thoughts that caused his heart to race at too fast a pace. That caused his mind to think the worse, and for him to just feel deathly afraid. And this all just lead to him thinking of the coming winter. The holiday, where he would return to his father, and all his mind said was that he was unsure as to if he would make it back. One thing he knew for sure, he wouldn't make it bad in one piece. He'd be more broken that he was now. But, again, Stefan shook his head and tried to remove the thoughts from his brain. He was outside, the sun light making it difficult for him to see, but he was still walking. Keeping his eyes to the ground and only looking up to be sure he was not in anyone elses path.

Not often was Stefan out with a specific reason. He'd from the library spotted a nice little spot right on the water's edge and rather than sitting inside, where it was stuffed and noisy he went out, where albeit he could barely see, but he preferred slight blindness to overcrowdedness and noise. He walked right down to the water front and sat down. He just spent time looking out at the water. it really was simply gorgeous. And it was just the perfect sight. Even if it was difficult for Stefan to really see. He could just tell that it was amazing. Stefan was sat with his legs crossed, he jumper falling slightly, showing the bruises he had on his shoulders, that crept down his back. It was weird since Stefan didn't even care if someone saw. He was happy to just be sitting outside. It was as he picked up his book that an odd noise filled his ears. It sounded pretty amazing. He'd never heard it before, and looked around to white it's source. Stefan saw a girl sitting with what he had to assume was a violin playing. She looked to be the same age him, but then she played amazingly. He didn't know how anyone who was 11 or 12 could play that well. Stefan stood up and pulled his jumper, so it sat properly. He walked over. Since one of his arms was still pretty bruised up Stefan always kept it in the same position. Moving it to stretch, but since he was going over to someone, he had both his hands stuffed into his jumper pockets. The girl looked rich. He felt self concious knowing that the clothes he wore was almost the only set of clothes that he owned. He waited until she finished, before giving a small cough.

"Where did you learn to play?" Stefan asked, his voice quiet, slowly. Picking his words carefully, so he didn't sound too weird and so he didn't make any mistakes. "It was amazing. Really." Stefan added, knowing that she probably already knew that. She was that good. "But you probably already knew that."

 

[Grace Raven]

Grace continued with the song for a few minutes. It was not a very long piece but sometimes it could seem to take forever, to the impatient. After she had finished, she could have sworn that she heard a small cough. This brought out of her little world and got her looking around, until she found the source. A boy, he seemed to be around her age, he also seemed to be injured in many places. But Grace put it down to that the young boy was clumsy. Grace was innocent and grew up in a place where everything was perfect, a perfect life in her eyes. She got what she wanted, had a brilliant cat and a beautiful home. Grace did not realise that it was not normal to never see your parents; they never ate with her, or came to her at Christmas or her birthday. Grace’s home life was not all peaches and cream like people thought, though it was better than others. So naturally Grace would never think that the boy was being abused, in her eyes it was strange to see your parents. Grace also saw that the boy did not seem rich; this she did not mind either. Grace did not care whether someone was rich or not, only if they were rude, or a muggle and muggle-born. The boy seemed to be neither so Grace was not scared. Yet...

“I first played a violin at three, I became good when I turned 5. I have been playing ever since.” Grace explained. “There is nothing to do at my house other than play my violin or tend to my garden.” Grace continued in a polite and well mannered way. Grace was rich and had people to cook and clean for her, but she enjoyed gardening and cooking. So she had her own little garden that only she tended to, though now the gardener was also tending to it for her. Grace found the boy slightly odd. Though the boy would probably think the same thing. Sometimes talking to Grace was like talking to a mature and polite person, she was rarely taken seriously because she was so young, but she understood many things. Grace smiled slightly at the awkwardness the boy seemed to put himself in. “Yes I do know that.” She said. Not in an arrogant way, she was just agreeing with him. “I am Grace Raven.” She told the boy. “I am in Gryffindor.” She added, remembering that she was wearing a white dress and not her robes.

 

[Stefan Archer]

Stefan could not imagine having played an instrument for so long. This was his first time even seeing a violin. He couldn't imagine having been taught it since he was young. The only thing Stefan had learned was quiet and how vital quiet was to the happiness of his father. Stefan had not really gone out before Hogwarts. He remained in his home where there was little food for him, and little for him to do apart from clean the whole house over and over, so his father wouldn't get mad. But then there was no telling the mood the man might be in when he got home. Stefan had to just think of himself as part of the wall. He stayed out his father's way and did everything he was told. There had been days when Stefan had been sick, and he'd have the cold, or the flu, and his father would show him what being sick really meant. Stefan had no real rest at home. School was the only place for him, where he could go outside, when he wanted, and he didn't fear each turn that he took. Stefan hadn't ever tended to a garden. That had been what his mother had done, as Stefan was told, and so, it had been left to over grow and become more like a small jungle than a garden. Stefan wouldn't do anything to fix it, for one thing, he didn't know what kind of creatures lived in the garden, and he didn't know the first thing about tending to and helping plants. One thing that really struck Stefan as odd about the girl, was that she was incredibly well mannered. Stefan wondered how on earth any person would grow up like that. With such poise and grace. Stefan felt tiny, and stupid when standing next to the girl. She was serious and mature. And Stefan was only finding out what Immaturity really was. he was in more than one sesne a mature kind of guy. But then he had had no choice, and it was all he knew. Now that he was at school, Stefan's immaturity was growing slightly.

"I'm Stefan, Stefan Mason Archer." Stefan told Grace. He didn't often introduce himself with his full name. He didn't see the point but the girl did, so he did. Mason was a name he hated. It was the name of his father, and although he had the choice to not say it, it had slipped with the rest of his name. he just ignored it. "Slytherin. I'm in Slytherin." Stefan hoped that the girl wouldn't think he was evil or mean just because of his house. He wasn't like the rest of them. He didn't have a whole line of magical people in his family. He was the only one, as far as he was aware. His mother might've been but there was no way of really knowing. He doubted that his mother had been a witch, because if she had been, she would've saved him. She wouldn't have died. "It's a long time to play an instrument. Did you not think of starting something else?" Stefan asked curiously. He didn't know if maybe the girl did play something else or she didn't. She seemed smart, so he wouldn't put it past her to be able to. But, Stefan wouldn't know unless he asked, and he really could not come up with any conversation that was better than the one he was saying. A part of Stefan hoped that Grace was good at making conversation.

 

[Grace Raven]

“It is lovely to meet you Mister Stefan.” Grace told the young boy. When Grace first meets a new person she calls them either Mister or Miss, this was part of her polite training. To Grace Stefan was extremely young and she thought much like a matured adult. The way she held herself told others that she was peaceful and intelligent, intuitive and precise and did not like being cheated or framed. All these things were true to her personality as Grace was polite and well mannered, she had to be it was the way she was told to live by the people she trusted. Her parents. Grace nodded when the young boy told her that he was in Slytherin, Grace did not know why he seemed to be slightly worried when telling her. Grace did not understand the need to split up students, was it someway to help them grow with children that share the same traits? But Grace had not met another Gryffindor that was like her, only Gryffindors that would put up with her mature and polite outlook on life. As a result Grace did not appear to have any problems with Stefan being in Slytherin as she thought it to be impolite and rude to judge someone on where they sleep at school.
“That is the house with the snake correct?” She asked, Grace never liked snakes, nor did she like lions. In fact the house animal she liked the most was the Hufflepuff Badger. Lions were too fierce and never seemed to think before they act, snakes were poisonous and quite sly, ravens seemed cold and heartless. But badgers were nice and fluffy, very cuddly too so naturally Grace liked them more than the other animals. Sometimes Grace thought it strange that some students resembled their house mascot in their personality. Grace smiled slightly, the young Slytherin was a curious one indeed, some would try to shrink away from Grace because she was so polite but could sometimes come out as cold. “I had always wanted to play the piano, but my parents refused so I can only play the Violin, the added fact that I have quite small hands makes it harder to reach the necessary keys on a piano when playing certain songs.” Grace explained. Grace could teach someone how to play any instrument she had seen and heard, but she could not play herself because of the rigorous training her parents put her through to play the Violin. “If you want I could teach you how to play if you would like.” Grace offered. Grace was a kind child, and was quite giving, since she always had more than she needed she found it no problem to give away her things. At the Yule Ball she had giving away much of her expensive jewellery to the other girls because they looked better on them than herself. The fact that Grace thought that greed was unlady-like also added to the fact that she had to give and give and give and try her best to never take, sometimes this lead to people taking advantage of her. Sometimes people often asked her why she would do that for them, she would often explained why. For some reason people took pity on her when they heard how she grew up, Grace thought it a perfectly normal life-style for a child.