SPOILER!!: Josie :3
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SweetPeea
Josette couldn't help but admire the beautiful instrument before them. From the looks of it, it was brand new. Her blue eyes twinkled as her fingers slowly ran over the keys. A smile immediately was seen on her lips & she looked up to Ethan very eager to test out this brand new instrument. But her smiled faded once she had seen the look on Ethan's face. He looked very...upset suddenly & she hadn't a clue as to why. It was making her feel very concerned actually.
Hesitating to reach out towards him, she softly spoke his name a bit cautiously,
"...E-Ethan?"
But just as she was about to say something more, it seemed as if he had snapped out of it as if nothing had happened. She bit her lower lip a little nervously as there was a brief moment of silence between the two. Josette looked at him once more as he asked her who was going to play first. She watched as he removed his layers of jacket, only to toss them onto the sofa nearby them. The second year soon followed suit & removed her scarf, followed by her own coat. She took a moment to place her coat & scarf on the sofa with his.
Turning to face him & the piano again she shrugged a little bit before offering,
"I-I-I don't mind going first.." She smiled a little bit as her blue eyes glanced towards the piano. Taking a second, she soon began making her way passed Ethan & taking a seat at the piano. Before doing anything, she took a moment to tie her hair back into a ponytail just to keep it out of her face, seeing as to it usually was a bit of a problem for when she played at home.
She nervously lifted her hands above the keys & placing her foot on the foot pedal below her. Josette adjusted herself a little bit on the bench before giving Ethan a quick glance, which was a followed by a pretty nervous grin. She then focused back on the piano once more before taking a deep breath. It was obviously going to be pretty difficult without any sheet music in front of her, but she would try her very best not to mess up..especially in front of Ethan. That would be pretty embarrassing, not only to herself, but to her father & the composer of this piece as well.
"..S-Sorry if I-I mess up.."
Without another word, her fingers began to work their magic on the piano's keyboards as the first piece of music that popped into her head began pouring out into her playing. It was written by a French composer, by the name of
Camille Saint-Saëns. And the title of the piece was
'Danse Macabre'. It was certainly a rather difficult piece, but from the moment her father had made her begin to practice learning this piece, it was almost as if she felt a connection to this scary yet amazing piece. From all of it's haunting chords straight down to it's beautiful overlapping intricate notes, she would find herself practicing these chords & notes for a majority of her day.
Not to mention it was a rather lengthy piece, & perhaps she probably could have picked a shorter one so Ethan wouldn't be standing there so long, but it was the first song that popped into her brain as she touched the keys. And before she knew it, the entire piece had been played, of course with her slips in the same places that she always messed up, but she'd critique herself later when she had the chance to possibly play it again. At the very end of the song, she took in a few deep breaths feeling very exhausted from all of that playing & she looked over at Ethan, feeling her cheeks beginning to redden already.
"I-I um..I-I messed up a f-few times..B-But um...T-That's t-the most recent piece..I've learned..."
....Now it was his turn...right?
The place…was his home. Where he actually grew up with his mother and fake dad. His insides churned a little bit knowing that his mother will never be showing up round the corner anytime soon. He was sure that if she was still alive, she’d bring food over, and listen to him and Josie play. Heck, she’d be thrilled to see Ethan making a lot of friends, and having them over the summer.
But that will never happen.
As if Uncle Aldrich and Mordred would want any visitors in their manor, no? He himself’s a boarder there as soon as his fake dad left him after his mother death. Ethan didn’t want to add more worries to his uncle and cousin. Him staying, Merlin knows until when, is enough for the boy to feel little.
Ethan stepped back a little as Josie made her way towards their piano. The piano where his mother taught him the first keys. Like a true Mordaunt, although the boy is oblivious to this, he observed every movement of his companion. It was…rude, he knew, but he just kept staring at Josie the moment she tied up her hair and placed her fingers on the keys. Ethan simply smiled at her when she apologised beforehand if she messes up.
“Don’t worry about it.” The Slytherin just wanted to see her happy while she played. That’s all that matters now, you see? The room brought painful memories to the boy, but that can be replaced with happy thoughts, now that Josie’s at the piano playing.
And then she started. Ethan breathed in slowly and out. The first few notes could only mean the complexities behind the whole piece…and…he’s right. The Slytherin simply watched Josie’s fingers fly across the keys, then would glance at her occasionally. She looked really pretty while playing. Did she know? And as soon as she finished the piece, Ethan nodded and clapped for her.
“You did well, actually. That looks like a challenging piece to start with.” Really, she deserved his applause because there is no way that he’ll be able to play such piece.
And…why is she blushing? He didn’t…offend her right?
An awkward silence followed, and Ethan took it as his cue to stand up and sit beside Josie.
“No need to move.” He said as he smiled at her and placed his hands over the keys.
“I’m no expert ivory tickler as well. And this is the only piece I know.” He said as he bit his lower lip.
“It’s a two-minute piece, and my mother composed this for me. It’s some sort of…exercise actually.” Ethan nodded and relaxed his fingers over the right keys.
“Here we go.” With a grin, the Slytherin started to
play.
The first few notes reminded him of his mother, but then it was slowly being replaced with a new memory, which was his present. Deep down, he knew that this piece will now remind him of Josie.