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Callie · 05-05-2018, 01:18 AM

This wasn't perfect, quite a distance from perfect actually, but, Quinn was starting to realize this might be her best option. That fact alone was a bit irksome, but she was currently too out of breath to dwell on it much. It confused her, to be honest. Here she was, standing in an ancient, huge stone castle, and there wasn't a room that was both isolated and open enough for the amazing accoustics she was looking forward. The Great Hall would probably be remarkable, but it was usually full to some degree.

No. The Trophy room was not ideal. There was too many shelves and displays on the walls to be ideal. However, it was the best option Quinn had managed to stumble upon. And, honestly, she was out of breathe and tired of climbing and descending stairs in her search.

Quinn set her bag down on the floor, and sat down, leaning her back against a display case. She needed a moment to catch her breath. At least the Trophy room was empty. And she didn't really imagine a pressing urge in many students to hang out in here looking at names of students that no longer go here.

Finally, when her heart was no longer pounding and her breathing had all but returned to normal, Quinn pulled her bag onto her lap, opened it and reached deep inside; farther than should be possible. she pulled out a black case, set it gently on the stone floor, opened it and lovingly removed her violin.

She rest just a moment longer, before standing up and making her way to the center of the room. Quinn put her bow to the strings, and started to play. Something about the castle made this piece seem appropriate to her.

05-05-2018, 01:18 AM	#2 (permalink)
Callie DMC Snidget Join Date: Sep 2015 Location: Never Never Land Posts: 2,717 Hogwarts RPG Name: Andromeda Renzler-Denaker Gryffindor First Year	Jessa, and anyone who wants her Fluttery Pegasi This wasn't perfect, quite a distance from perfect actually, but, Quinn was starting to realize this might be her best option. That fact alone was a bit irksome, but she was currently too out of breath to dwell on it much. It confused her, to be honest. Here she was, standing in an ancient, huge stone castle, and there wasn't a room that was both isolated and open enough for the amazing accoustics she was looking forward. The Great Hall would probably be remarkable, but it was usually full to some degree. No. The Trophy room was not ideal. There was too many shelves and displays on the walls to be ideal. However, it was the best option Quinn had managed to stumble upon. And, honestly, she was out of breathe and tired of climbing and descending stairs in her search. Quinn set her bag down on the floor, and sat down, leaning her back against a display case. She needed a moment to catch her breath. At least the Trophy room was empty. And she didn't really imagine a pressing urge in many students to hang out in here looking at names of students that no longer go here. Finally, when her heart was no longer pounding and her breathing had all but returned to normal, Quinn pulled her bag onto her lap, opened it and reached deep inside; farther than should be possible. she pulled out a black case, set it gently on the stone floor, opened it and lovingly removed her violin. She rest just a moment longer, before standing up and making her way to the center of the room. Quinn put her bow to the strings, and started to play. Something about the castle made this piece seem appropriate to her. __________________