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Name(s): Ciel Phantomhive, Komachi Mikumari, whoever else might turn up!
Location: Near the Music Practice rooms
Week: 47
Time: Afternoon, after the last event
Rating: Unknown, shouldn't be too bad unless some fur gets ruffled!
The unmistakeable sound of violin music could be heard wafting down the corridor, the tune was verging on dark, and melancholy, the notes flawlessly executed. It was unusual for the boy to spend time here, however with the most recent developments Ciel found himself in need of a change of pace.
The last event had its moments, however along with it came a newer professor. A certain professor that was certain to be a pain in his side for the duration of his time here. As if things hadn't been difficult enough. What a nuissance.. that was what was really troubling him. Not the fact that he'd made so many friends through his round of trolling. Che, he couldn't allow that thing to stand between him and success.
Ciel allowed himself to get lost in the music, thus forgetting all about the troubles that may be ahead. How long had it been since he'd practiced? This place hardly seemed to encourage more of the cultural arts he'd been studying previously.
This slight repose, should suffice.
Before long, the young Slytherin carefully put the instrument away and left the practice room, not really expecting to run into anyone.
Location: Near the Music Practice rooms
Week: 47
Time: Afternoon, after the last event
Rating: Unknown, shouldn't be too bad unless some fur gets ruffled!
The unmistakeable sound of violin music could be heard wafting down the corridor, the tune was verging on dark, and melancholy, the notes flawlessly executed. It was unusual for the boy to spend time here, however with the most recent developments Ciel found himself in need of a change of pace.
The last event had its moments, however along with it came a newer professor. A certain professor that was certain to be a pain in his side for the duration of his time here. As if things hadn't been difficult enough. What a nuissance.. that was what was really troubling him. Not the fact that he'd made so many friends through his round of trolling. Che, he couldn't allow that thing to stand between him and success.
Ciel allowed himself to get lost in the music, thus forgetting all about the troubles that may be ahead. How long had it been since he'd practiced? This place hardly seemed to encourage more of the cultural arts he'd been studying previously.
This slight repose, should suffice.
Before long, the young Slytherin carefully put the instrument away and left the practice room, not really expecting to run into anyone.