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- OOC First Name
- Maia
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Engaged
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- 12 and a half inches willow with unicorn hair
- Age
- 5/2015
Today was one of the rare days when Sara wasn't wearing much make-up. She was just sitting on the windowsill of the Abandoned Classroom, strumming her guitar and singing quietly. She was in a Beatles mood today, and kept absentmindedly fingering the strings, playing the song "Blackbird." It had always been one of her favourites, a beautiful, simple melody. It's lyrics had a meaning too, they'd been written about racism, the blackbird, was a girl. She'd always liked the little hidden meaning in the song.
She lay back against the glass, liking the cool feel of it against her arms. She'd put some cream on her fingers earlier, so that she couldn't hurt her fingers while playing. She felt oddly relaxed today, sort of as though she was floating. She'd done some studying earlier, so she was ahead of schedule, and the rest of the day was hers. She was absolutely at ease here. This was where she had first met Stefan, where they'd held Roze Castro's Birthday party, she'd made friends in this room, talked with friends, played music. What would she do when it was gone, when she lived somewhere else. This wouldn't be her home anymore.
It was really warm in here, she put down her guitar, placing it gently against the wall, and turned around to open the window. It made her remember a time, not too far from this room, when she had sat out on one of the ledges with Dante Vrael. Grinning, she opened the window fully, pickedup her guitar and sat on the sill, her legs hanging over the edge, the wide lawn spreading out beneath her. It was beautiful.
She was well aware of the fact that this probably wasn't the safest place to sit, but she was a seeker, well used to flying much higher than this, and with excellent balance. It wasn't difficult to stay perched here. Anyway, if she started to fall, she could stop herself. She only had to lean back, and she'd be safely behind the window and could stop herself. If her guitar fell, she could easily repair it. Nothing to worry about. She did, however, get a few worried looks from passers-by. She simply smiled and waved, enjoying their bemused expressions. It was a lovely day, she had no work to do. In a few months time, she would be out in the world, looking after herself. Life was good.
She lay back against the glass, liking the cool feel of it against her arms. She'd put some cream on her fingers earlier, so that she couldn't hurt her fingers while playing. She felt oddly relaxed today, sort of as though she was floating. She'd done some studying earlier, so she was ahead of schedule, and the rest of the day was hers. She was absolutely at ease here. This was where she had first met Stefan, where they'd held Roze Castro's Birthday party, she'd made friends in this room, talked with friends, played music. What would she do when it was gone, when she lived somewhere else. This wouldn't be her home anymore.
It was really warm in here, she put down her guitar, placing it gently against the wall, and turned around to open the window. It made her remember a time, not too far from this room, when she had sat out on one of the ledges with Dante Vrael. Grinning, she opened the window fully, pickedup her guitar and sat on the sill, her legs hanging over the edge, the wide lawn spreading out beneath her. It was beautiful.
She was well aware of the fact that this probably wasn't the safest place to sit, but she was a seeker, well used to flying much higher than this, and with excellent balance. It wasn't difficult to stay perched here. Anyway, if she started to fall, she could stop herself. She only had to lean back, and she'd be safely behind the window and could stop herself. If her guitar fell, she could easily repair it. Nothing to worry about. She did, however, get a few worried looks from passers-by. She simply smiled and waved, enjoying their bemused expressions. It was a lovely day, she had no work to do. In a few months time, she would be out in the world, looking after herself. Life was good.