Marilyn had every intention on returning to her dorm...at first. That was...until she really thought about it. What would she do once she got there, though? Sulk on her bed with the curtains down? No, that was not going to happen. Her helplessness over this entire matter was not going to break her. Not everything was her fault...Realizing it was going to be a little more difficult, however. So, in order to retain what little sanity she still had, a piano needed to found.

This is how Marilyn found herself pacing in front of the blank stretch of wall on the seventh floor. The blonde always felt a little ridiculous pacing back and forth, but the motions didn't disappoint her now. Quite suddenly a door materialized, causing her to sigh in relief. Music was her savior and she needed her desperately now. Darting into the room, she was met with not just a piano, but several different instruments. A guitar, cello...violin, and even a set of drums. She had no use for the many musical outlets in the room...just the baby grand piano.

Taking a seat, she ran her fingertips over the keys, enjoying their smooth cool texture. Marilyn knew not when she began playing, but she had. Her fingers moving in their fluid motion to create some muggle song she'd picked in the states. The keys weren't exactly deep but the sorrowful undertone was there, which matched everything the Slytherin felt. No, she didn't love Carter...and she was relieved that the mess was officially over...but it still hurt. Hurt so much that tears began falling from her green eyes for the second time that night...and she couldn't stop them.

ooc: It's not letting me link the video. The song is the instrumental version of "Songbird" by Fleetwood Mac.