The Sound of Music

[Isla Zephyr]

Isla was angrily scribbling out another sentence, her entire page of parchment was now a polka dot of mistakes, trying to find the right words she was really looking for. Why was this so hard? The third year was sat a table by herself but she could see hear everyone else around her, but the noise in the background was more of a comfort than a hinderance as it meant she wasn’t too focused. At least right now words were flowing, even if they weren’t the right ones. She rested her chin in her hand, propped up by her elbow as she peered around the conglomerate arts room at he others. She was still surprised at the amount of students there really were in a school this large that were interested in music, although maybe her advertising department needed to be fired. The Hufflepuff hoped that perhaps one day when they were practising, a professor would discover them and that would be the end of being swept under a carpet. To be able to perform for people was both an exciting and nerve wracking thought, especially when she couldn’t even get the song down on paper! Isla scrunched up the parchment and threw it over her shoulder, where is bounced and came to a stop in a pile of other discarded lyrics. “What are you working on?” She asked one of the others curiously ​

 

[Aisa Hunter]

Aisa had never wanted to be part of clubs or groups, yet here she was. Accio was one thing, as they basically had to do their own thing really, but this felt way more like a club even though it wasn't an official one. At least it was small, which was something. She had hesitated about joining, but the lack of music at Hogwarts had prompted her to go. She was the youngest of their little group, which she wasn't thrilled about, but at least no one had given her a hard time. Aisa was sitting in a corner with a guitar, quietly practicing and enjoying the moment of making music. There really wasn't a lot of opportunity for it here. She looked up when the girl who had set this all up asked her a question. She had noticed Isla writing and throwing away parchment, figuring she was trying to write a song. "I'm just practicing." She said, as she herself didn't really try to write lyrics or anything like that. She just liked to play. "Your thing not going well?" She asked with a slight nod to the pile of discarded parchment. She would prefer not to chat and just play, but didn't want to get kicked out by the girl who had organized this in the first place.

 

[Clifton Ward]

Clifton didn't know what he was doing here. He had enjoyed the orchestra he had played in back home, and had hoped this... music club would be something of the sort, but it seemed to be more of a... free creative space, and he didn't quite know what to do with himself without a conductor to follow. Was he just supposed to... play whatever he liked? Clifton had holed up in a corner where he was least likely to bother anyone, and was just quietly playing to himself from memory, soft flute notes trickling from his corner of the room, soft enough that he hopefully wouldn't bother anyone.