Originally Posted by Proffesor Snape

Just over a minute into the song, a shuffling noise--just a faint sound of walking--made itself plain. She did not acknowledge the presence. Were it a professor, the sound would be louder, more with purpose, in which case she would ease herself to a stop--for to suddenly stop playing would be like to suddenly stop breathing. But, no. This was not an authorative someone. They could wait. Just as in acting with a character, a musician's instrument is more important than the audience.

Whoever they were, why ever they were here, they had stopped to hear her play.

As the song finished, Ari sustained the note for a bit over three seconds, held her form as the corridor went quiet, then relaxed, placing the bow across her lap. Leaning forward on the cello, both hands on it, she smiled towards the person, briefly touching her dark glasses closer to her face.