Post by Kotone Kasumi on Sept 10, 2006 15:02:04 GMT
Kotone rolled her eyes as she nibbled idly at the corner of her pale lips, those eyes focused on a piece of creamy yellow parchment in her hand. The other hand held a pheasant quill that was only slightly bent, plume moving as she set the half-written response down on the table next to the letter she was responding to and began to write down another sentence or two; this letter was to Andromeda, her oldest sibling. Black locks cascaded over her shoulder, only stopped from slipping onto the wet ink by a spelled teal ribbon. Her thoughts were so concentrated on her letter than she didn't notice as the time flew by, minute by minute, hour by hour.
Finally, thought Kotone as she tucked the quill into the twist of braided hair at her back, pushing back the rest of the unruly locks. She sighed and muttered ruefully, "Now would be a good time for a haircut. What was Mother thinking letting me grow my hair this long? It's the worst nuisance in the world."
Her twelve-inch wand was tucked into her hair too, made of yew wood and imbued with a hippogriff feather core. She pulled it out of her ebony locks, then sighed, slumping down a little in her seat. Kotone yawned, glancing idly at the magic-powered clock on the Slytherin fireplace's mantle. Her brown eyes widened.
"What?" she said, obviously astonished. "Midnight?"
She sighed. "Well, since everyone's going to be asleep anyway, I might as well get started on that three hours of practice per week I promised Andromeda in my last letter. Speaking of letters..."
She glanced down at the curling parchment on the table, before picking it up, rolled it up and sealing it with a tap of her wand and a muttered spell. Then, looking around her, she was relieved to find that the common room was empty. She failed to notice the other Slytherin Seventh Year in the room as the Asian female pointed her wand towards the girls' dormitory and muttered, "Alohomora! Accio harp!"
Soon afterward, the harp flew gently into the female's hands, the door closing gently after it when Miss Kasumi flicked her wand in its general direction. Then, bending her head forward and fiddling with the chain of her tuning key as she pulled the silver metal tuner off its chain, she began to tune her harp, plucking the string gently and then adjusting it until she felt that all twenty-nine strings were perfect.
Kotone ran her fingers over the strings, closing her eyes as she picked out a chord, recently shorn fingernails only catching on the strings once. Then she took a breath, scanning through the songs in her head as she did so, a smile drifting across her lips as she chose one of her favorites, a song called ‘The Mysteries.’
Which is more secret:
The moon in the sky
Or her silver light
Reflected in the waters below?
Some riddles have no answer
Some that which is hidden
In the hazel grove
Where a horned wind plays
The twig-strings of the trees
And the grey-eyed Harpers
Listen…
As she finished, Kotone opened her eyes glancing around carefully. She didn’t like to be watched, and the hairs at the nape of her neck were raised, causing her to look around to make sure no one was. Unfortunately, someone was. And they were clapping, slowly, but deliberately, obviously for Kotone. She scowled. Applause wasn’t good for her. It just meant someone had been watching.
And she didn’t like it when people watched her.
Especially when she didn’t know until it was too late.
Finally, thought Kotone as she tucked the quill into the twist of braided hair at her back, pushing back the rest of the unruly locks. She sighed and muttered ruefully, "Now would be a good time for a haircut. What was Mother thinking letting me grow my hair this long? It's the worst nuisance in the world."
Her twelve-inch wand was tucked into her hair too, made of yew wood and imbued with a hippogriff feather core. She pulled it out of her ebony locks, then sighed, slumping down a little in her seat. Kotone yawned, glancing idly at the magic-powered clock on the Slytherin fireplace's mantle. Her brown eyes widened.
"What?" she said, obviously astonished. "Midnight?"
She sighed. "Well, since everyone's going to be asleep anyway, I might as well get started on that three hours of practice per week I promised Andromeda in my last letter. Speaking of letters..."
She glanced down at the curling parchment on the table, before picking it up, rolled it up and sealing it with a tap of her wand and a muttered spell. Then, looking around her, she was relieved to find that the common room was empty. She failed to notice the other Slytherin Seventh Year in the room as the Asian female pointed her wand towards the girls' dormitory and muttered, "Alohomora! Accio harp!"
Soon afterward, the harp flew gently into the female's hands, the door closing gently after it when Miss Kasumi flicked her wand in its general direction. Then, bending her head forward and fiddling with the chain of her tuning key as she pulled the silver metal tuner off its chain, she began to tune her harp, plucking the string gently and then adjusting it until she felt that all twenty-nine strings were perfect.
Kotone ran her fingers over the strings, closing her eyes as she picked out a chord, recently shorn fingernails only catching on the strings once. Then she took a breath, scanning through the songs in her head as she did so, a smile drifting across her lips as she chose one of her favorites, a song called ‘The Mysteries.’
Which is more secret:
The moon in the sky
Or her silver light
Reflected in the waters below?
Some riddles have no answer
Some that which is hidden
In the hazel grove
Where a horned wind plays
The twig-strings of the trees
And the grey-eyed Harpers
Listen…
As she finished, Kotone opened her eyes glancing around carefully. She didn’t like to be watched, and the hairs at the nape of her neck were raised, causing her to look around to make sure no one was. Unfortunately, someone was. And they were clapping, slowly, but deliberately, obviously for Kotone. She scowled. Applause wasn’t good for her. It just meant someone had been watching.
And she didn’t like it when people watched her.
Especially when she didn’t know until it was too late.
