- Messages
- 119
- OOC First Name
- Marijke
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Straight 11 1/2 Inch Flexible Laurel Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 7/2030 (25)
If there was anything that could help Peyton get her mind of things it would have to be her music. She had always loved music and had been taking both piano and guitar lessons when she was younger. However, getting into Hogwarts had caused her to quit, as she wouldn't be home a lot anymore, and ever since the girl had been kind of neglecting her music. She would play when she was home for the hollidays, but she had never thought about bringing her instrument or her music with her to school.
Now that she was back for her third year and had finally gotten used to Hogwarts, the idea of being a witch and all the things that were different compared with her Muggle life she started to miss it, to miss making music. The girl had heard about the Conglomerated Arts Room in her first year at the school, but she had never been curious enough to go and check it out. Untill now. Making her way into the room Peyton stopped for a second to look at all the things around her, before noticing some instruments to her right. After slowly walking over to them the girl hesitantly touched one of the guitars, doubting whether she would try and play something or whether she would just leave it be and return to her common room.
<i></i>Now that she was back for her third year and had finally gotten used to Hogwarts, the idea of being a witch and all the things that were different compared with her Muggle life she started to miss it, to miss making music. The girl had heard about the Conglomerated Arts Room in her first year at the school, but she had never been curious enough to go and check it out. Untill now. Making her way into the room Peyton stopped for a second to look at all the things around her, before noticing some instruments to her right. After slowly walking over to them the girl hesitantly touched one of the guitars, doubting whether she would try and play something or whether she would just leave it be and return to her common room.