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- Cherry Wand 12 1/2" Essence of Wood Rose
Sapphire was in one of the abandoned classrooms because it was the only place that she could think alone. That and there where only so many times that she could practice in the Common Room before people got tired of hearing her flub up. Sapphire was skilled at the flute but the cello was something compleatly different. Even though she spent more than a semester away from the instrument her fingers seemed to know what to do. Teaching herself was also something that was kind of difficult but seeing as she had to teach herself wordless magic since the first year she was used to it. Sapphire plucked at the strings of her cello like a base before starting the tune that she had in her head.
She had charmed a voice box to read her lyrics and sing them for her seeing as there where clear reason why Sapphire couldn't do it herself. The voice was nice enough but she didn't know how to get it to where she wanted it. If I where really cold I set my cello on fire to keep warm. I'd smash it into kindling forgetting that it's living thing with strings, made of veins, oh the body is a breathing thing,
it swells with the heat and rain, oh the body is a breathing thing, like yours. I'd like to keep it warm,
until the heat between us saves you. The voice box sang as she accompanied it with her cello. Deep inside she wanted it to be her the one singing but for all she knew she wouldn't be able to carry a note. Not that she would ever be able to find out.
Instead she let the emotion that was meant for the song pour into how she played. Her body swayed with the cello as if she where dancing with it sitting down. The song was missing something though. Something important, she just couldn't figure out what.
She had charmed a voice box to read her lyrics and sing them for her seeing as there where clear reason why Sapphire couldn't do it herself. The voice was nice enough but she didn't know how to get it to where she wanted it. If I where really cold I set my cello on fire to keep warm. I'd smash it into kindling forgetting that it's living thing with strings, made of veins, oh the body is a breathing thing,
it swells with the heat and rain, oh the body is a breathing thing, like yours. I'd like to keep it warm,
until the heat between us saves you. The voice box sang as she accompanied it with her cello. Deep inside she wanted it to be her the one singing but for all she knew she wouldn't be able to carry a note. Not that she would ever be able to find out.
Instead she let the emotion that was meant for the song pour into how she played. Her body swayed with the cello as if she where dancing with it sitting down. The song was missing something though. Something important, she just couldn't figure out what.