Whiplash

[Wyatt Finch]

Having begun drum lessons in secret during his first year, Wyatt was improving slowly but steadily and lately it was the only thing that he had any interest in because he was emotionally and physically drained to the point of exhaustion and nothing that used to make him happy did anymore. There were moments when this was not the case but the overwhelming feeling he had outside of just apathy was anger. He was so immensely angry but this traced back so much further than his friends getting partners. He still harboured rage at whatever magic he was stuck with and his parents for both lying to him. He was angry with Hogwarts as a whole for what it represented and although Professor Kingsley had helped he still felt angry that he actually had to take classes where he had to take care of something called a flobber worm when he should be dissecting frogs and fetal pigs for biology soon because this was the path one had to take to get into medical school and become a prize surgeon. Instead he wouldn't get to deal with blood and gore. He would wave his wand which rarely ever worked when he wanted it most to.

The boy now sat at the drum kit, glad for the solitude as he counted out and beat down hard and fast. The pain in his blistered hands wasn't nearly enough to dull his anger but it helped as he continued, muttering swears to himself as he went along. Beads of sweat dripped down his face and back as he hit his sticks on the kit until he messed up and in his absolute frustration he through his drum sticks away, hoping that they would break too. The boy didn't care of the cost as his parents who avoided him at all costs now gave him whatever money he wanted to placate him because they hardly seemed to care what he was doing, where he was living or how he was. They just took care of his finances. He might as well let them.

 

[Noelle Seung]

The Conglomerated Arts Room had been a haven for Noelle since she discovered it's existence during her first year. A place she could play and listen to music without interruption or fear of annoying her fellow Ravenclaws as it was no where near her common room, and a place she could also sit for hours to be alone with her thoughts whenever she didn't want to play music. The latter was a rare occurrence though still an occurrence as Noelle was human, with feelings of confusion and loneliness like everyone else despite how often she refused to believe it. That day happened to be one of those rare occurrences where she wanted nothing more than to sit alone and in silence. Convenient when her mood was so low as she didn't feel bothered to drag her guitar all the way from the common room to the courtyard. Instead she ventured to the room that day with nothing but her uniform, her diary and a quill, and her wand safely stowed in her pocket.

The room had instruments in case she got bored, but she still didn't plan on playing music. Just to sit alone in solitude, writing her thoughts down in an attempt to organize them. It was tedious but necessary with the stress of her exams, of the holidays and the more difficult school work now that she was in her second year. Noelle had these thoughts on her mind as she opened the door to the room and stepped in, closing it behind her and thinking she was entirely alone until she turned around to find a boy sitting at a drum kit. The sight startled her, causing her to drop the notebook and quill in her hands. After recovering from the shock Noelle knelt on the floor to pick up the items. "Sorry to disturb you." She said, reaching for the quill and tucking it inside the notebook so it wouldn't fall out as she stood up and smiled politely to the boy. "Would you like me to leave?"​