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Old 01-01-2012, 09:56 PM   #190 (permalink)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Gideon Emerson
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Seventh Year

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Gideon watched her get settled into her seat, seemingly confortable with the arrangements at the moment. Something had told him not to put his guitar up and away in the luggage rack above him before he had sat down and it appeared to have been a good decision; Selina's attention was still on the instrument.

So she wanted him to play.

"Aye...alright," Gideon answered with a nod, reaching into a pocket of his sachel for a pic. He then absently strummed a quiet chord with closed eyes as he thought on what he would play for Selina's request. It took him a minute or two before he opened his eyelids once more, gradually began a piece that came to mind. His fingers almost carelessly moving across the strings as he played a simple tune Hopefully she wouldn't as him the name of it for he honestly couldn't think of it at the moment...it had meerly come to him as an option.
When he yessed her or in his case ayed her Selina beamed at him and pulled her knees into her chest so she could watch him play. Her head rested against her knees and she looked intently at the guitar strings. She had always loved the guitar. It was perhaps her favorite instrument and Christopher never let her look at his. So she had never really had the opportunity to study someone playing the guitar before. That and Selina was just really comfortable. The train had to have gone through a renovation because the seats seemed much more comfortable this year than previous years. Enough so where if she wanted to she could fall asleep.

The whole compartment went quiet with the exception of the brief squeak of the seat underneath Selina. Then Gideon closed his eyes and strummed his first chord. She waited quietly with bated breath for him to open his eyes and begin. After a minute or two he began to play. It was slow at first and then he found a steady rhythm within the chords. Each harmony and cadence rang out in the small compartment.

When he finished playing she blinked and unwrapped her arms from around her knees. Trying to find the words to speak she said, "I... didn't know you could do that. That's good Gideon. Really it is."
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