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Calliope was having the time of her life in the Great Hall, but her excitement was manifesting in the most peculiar way. Well, peculiar to anyone who was not familiar with her tendencies anyway...which was the majority of her peers at this point in time. The long Slytherin table, with its polished wood, taunted her as she tried to settle down. She couldn’t decide where she wanted to sit. No matter which spot she tried, it just didn’t feel right. Her restless energy had her up and down again and again, drumming along the top of the table with her fingertips, testing the acoustics of each spot. Thock, thock, thock.
She'd try a seat toward the middle, thock, thock, thock, thockthock, only to frown slightly and push herself up to move again. Perhaps closer to the edge would be better, she thought, squeezing past a couple of other students deep in some conversation or another. Thock, thock, thock. thockthock, thock, thockthock. Another round of drumming, her fingers searching for that perfect resonance and once again finding disappointment. Her face lit up every time she found a particularly satisfying thrum. "Ah, this is it!" she would whisper to herself, plopping down, only to spring up seconds later, convinced the next seat might be just slightly more ideal for her rhythmic needs.
Thus, off she went further along the table towards a fellow first year whom she had been standing near at some point or another while waiting for her turn with the Sorting Hat. Or maybe it had been on the docks waiting for a boat...or even on the boat ride over itself? She hadn't exactly made conversation with anyone due to holding a quiet concert for one in her mind and her walking symphony demanded excellence. The house table itself had become her personal stage, and it seemed no place along the long, dark wood would be quite right until she could find the perfect balance between comfort and sound. "YES!" she barked, fingers and palms drumming vigorously over this latest spot for a couple more moments before sitting down...and this time she did not find herself needing to get back up. "Hey, sup," she grinned to the boy she had almost sat on in her percussion pursuits. Pursuit that did not cease simply because she had found the best bit of wood, by the way.
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