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Originally Posted by
FearlessLeader19 
Kaysha Stewart had not an ounce of musical talent but it wasn’t as though she occasionally liked to teach herself the piano. It was the possibly the only instrument she was drawn to which was why she found herself at the Music room that day. Quite mercifully, the piano was unoccupied so she took up position before it. For a moment, she studied the black and white keys, mentally recalling the notes each played.
Long, slim fingers trailed across the keys as she moved her gaze to the song book propped directly in front of her. A few notes were memorised before she looked back at the keys. Rather slowly (painfully so) Kay started to gently push them so that they corresponded to the music sheet.
Still... it sounded off key.
After the rather
I N T R I G U I N G start to the school year, Chase needed to take a walk. He needed to clear his mind. The happenings of the Start of Term feast were mind-boggling. Why was their Headmistress sent away? And why did two randos replace her and the Divination Professor?? It was jus strange... Had Headmistress Hawthorne committed a crime? Was she responsible for all the things that had happened in the past few years? Could someone even try to correlate such events to one person? He pursed his lips, shoving his hands into his pocket and then began to whistle as he walked past the music classroom until he heard...
THAT.
What was
THAT!?
The very hair on his skin was standing up and the fourteen year old felt incredibly, incredibly uneasy. Ominous, slow, and slightly off-key music emitted from the classroom. It reminded Chase very much of the muggle films that his father enjoyed to watch. The good old classic horror films were a popular song could be playing but it would be playing so slow and in a different key that it would just send shivers down your spine.
Perhaps it was the new Headmaster. How cliché. He chuckled.
How fitting, he supposed. The new Headmaster or Professor was casually playing music right where he would be walking. He halted in his tracks. What... What if they could read people's minds? Maybe they were Legilimens. Was that the term for people who practiced legilimency? Welp. If they did, he blew his cover and it was better to face the problem than avoid it. He'd learned that lesson last year.
He opened the door to the classroom and found.... "
Professor Stewart?" he asked rather surprised to see her. He hadn't been expecting this. "
Hi."