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Fallon Chanel · 10-23-2015, 01:08 AM

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Originally Posted by SpiritWolfe Malfoy

SPOILER!!: Maxon

Twisting sideways she placed the drum sticks down on the drum set then turned to face him once more. He had moved to get a stool and sat himself beside her with a guitar. Watching his fingers move over the strings Hady silently listened to the tune he played. Which song it was she wasn't sure but she did know one thing...Maxon knew how to play. So much so that she didn't do anything but listen.

Good. He shouldn't be afraid of her. She didn't WANT him to be afraid of her. "Good." Really? He didn't know they had lessons together? Where was he during these lessons? Hady laughed. "Yes! Do you sleep during them all Maxon?" She joked softly with a playful grin.

Maxon watched his own fingers as he played, but when he looked back up at Hady, she was paying complete attention to him. Whoa. He faltered a little bit, the melody slipping, but he quickly got right back into it. She was close, and she was watching him carefully. He had to play well for her... ~~He wanted her to be impressed.~~ He looked into her eyes and continued to play.

Smiling at her laugh, he answered, "No. Not exactly. I generally spend my time hiding the comics I'm trying to read in class." He stopped playing and took a deep breath. There was a deeper meaning behind why he preoccupied himself with a fictional world, but he couldn't... bring himself to tell her. To tell anyone about why he'd moved, why he was always worried about his mom... It made him too sad. He started playing again.

10-23-2015, 01:08 AM	#92 (permalink)
Fallon Chanel Fwooper Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 21,641	Quote: Originally Posted by SpiritWolfe Malfoy SPOILER!!: Maxon ...Oh Batman. The girl wanted him to PLAY. He bit his bottom lip, his hands suddenly feeling sweaty. He couldn't play with slippery hands! And he didn't know if he could play in front of her. She'd just played the drums well, and she... made him nervous. He didn't want to mess up and look like a total dweeb in front of her! Pull yourself together! he told himself. He was good at playing. He had no reason to doubt himself. He mentally took a deep breath. "You want me to play for you?" Since he'd already gotten a glimpse of what she could do with the drums. Hady wasn't mean. She definitely didn't live up to the Slytherin stereotype. He had no reason to be nervous about that aspect. But, wait... "Deep down? Should I be afraid of you?" He teased. He wasn't afraid... yet. But she did make him nervous... And she was smiling again. He had to snap his jaw shut, otherwise he'd start drooling soon. "How'd you know what I was?" He quirked a brow. Was everyone else around him attentive while he tended to lose himself in the fictional city of Gotham? He had to start paying more attention. Twisting sideways she placed the drum sticks down on the drum set then turned to face him once more. He had moved to get a stool and sat himself beside her with a guitar. Watching his fingers move over the strings Hady silently listened to the tune he played. Which song it was she wasn't sure but she did know one thing...Maxon knew how to play. So much so that she didn't do anything but listen. Good. He shouldn't be afraid of her. She didn't WANT him to be afraid of her. "Good." Really? He didn't know they had lessons together? Where was he during these lessons? Hady laughed. "Yes! Do you sleep during them all Maxon?" She joked softly with a playful grin. Maxon watched his own fingers as he played, but when he looked back up at Hady, she was paying complete attention to him. Whoa. He faltered a little bit, the melody slipping, but he quickly got right back into it. She was close, and she was watching him carefully. He had to play well for her... ~~He wanted her to be impressed.~~ He looked into her eyes and continued to play. Smiling at her laugh, he answered, "No. Not exactly. I generally spend my time hiding the comics I'm trying to read in class." He stopped playing and took a deep breath. There was a deeper meaning behind why he preoccupied himself with a fictional world, but he couldn't... bring himself to tell her. To tell anyone about why he'd moved, why he was always worried about his mom... It made him too sad. He started playing again.