Violet didn't know why she had come up up all the way to the sixth floor to go to the Music Room. She wasn't really much of a musician, after all. Oh, she liked listening to it well enough, and she liked picking out lyrics, playing with the words, changing them around and seeing if she could create new ones out of the old. She'd been made to take piano lessons, as a good little girl from an old Pureblood family (even if she was only half a pureblood), but she was only an adequate and lackluster performer.

But as she opened the door, she heard the strains of what sounded like an old Muggle tune she's heard on the radio somewhere that year in New York. The voice that was singing it sounded wistful and longing, somehow...and then it abruptly broke off. Shaking off the spell of the music, Violet saw that it was Ashley Fox playing that music, and now she was sitting alone there with the most intense expression on her face.

Feeling like she was interrupting a very private moment, Violet suddenly wheeled around and started to leave, but in her hurry, she knocked over a nearby music stand, which fell clattering to the floor, the clashing sound echoing in what proved to be a very acoustical room.