Closed To Teach a Tune

Cyrus Thorne

Piano Player | Poet | Slightly Pretentious
 
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OOC First Name
Daphne
Blood Status
Mixed Blood
Relationship Status
Single
Wand
Curly 17 1/2 Inch Swishy Applewood Wand with Boomslang venom Core
Age
1/2050 (14)
Cyrus always felt like he neglected his piano playing a bit at Hogwarts. Writing poetry was easier to do between homework, he supposed. But after playing a lot over break and remembering how much he loved it, he had vowed to make some time each week to practice a bit in the arts room. It really was pretty impressive how many instruments and things they had, but Cyrus always just went to the regular piano in the corner of the music section. He sighed softly as he sat down, lightly running his fingers over the keys before starting to play a simple tune he knew by heart. He was just getting warmed up before he tried anything more difficult.
 
If Susie had practised her instrument anywhere near as regularly as she was supposed to, she might have learned sooner that Cyrus played the piano. It wasn't particularly surprising. Cyrus had come to her short-lived writer's group and read a lovely poem; he was obviously one of those lucky creative people who was good at everything. She paused in the doorway, not wanting to disturb him, but not quite able to tear herself away. There was something so wonderful about piano music. Susie felt her shoulders ease a little as she leaned there against the frame, letting the simple but pretty melody drown out the noise in her head. For a moment, all her worries about Freddie and Tori and school seemed very far away, like tiny clouds on the edge of a bright blue sky. Insignificant. What else could do that, except music?

She stepped into the room, her shoes clicking on the floor. "Sorry," she whispered, hurrying to a chair and planting herself on it. "Don't stop. I'm not here."
 
Cyrus hadn't noticed Susie's presence until she moved into the room and spoke to him. Despite her words, he paused his playing and gave her a smile. It would be rude to ignore her. He played a simple few notes on repeat with one hand as he looked at her. "Hey, don't worry. It's not like it's my room." He said. "Are you here to play music too?" He asked her, though he wasn't sure if she played an instrument. It did seem like the most likely explanation for her being here.
 

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