Post by ROSE ELIZABETH WEASLEY on Nov 4, 2009 3:06:25 GMT
I've become much too good
at being invincible
[/font][/center]at being invincible
Rose left the crowded hall, walking outside into the cool night air.
She needed a break from the large crowd. Not to mention it was getting incredibly stuffy in there, sufficiently increasing her irritability. In the coold air she would be able to cool off before the heat made her say something she'd regret. She walked over to one of the benches and sat down, leaning back against a statue. She rested against the cool stone, her eyes drifting shut. She wished she had brought her sketchbook, but it was to conspciuous here for multiple reasons. Even out here she could still hear the music, and she found herself wishing that it was classical. There was something about black-tie balls that just went with classical music. Thinking of it, she began humming Sonata in G. She hadn't been a fan of classical music until this past summer. She had been dragged to a symphony by a muggle friend of hers from her pre-Hogwarts boarding school days and had fallen in love. There were so many intricasies in the music.
Each instrument played a monumental role, while each role was different. And one couldn't just listen to the melody. In fact, the melody wasn't usually as interesting as thecello part, or even the bass. She had found the music inexplicably captivating. She spent the entire concert attempting to untangle it, yet had been just as confused by the end of it as she was at the beginning. Therefore, she fell in love with it. Alas, it was a dying art though and as she listened to the music thrumming from the dance inside she felt saddness creep up. The fact that all those in there thought what they were listening to was amazing music depressed her. Sure, she didn't mind it. In fact she liked the band that was playing, but nevertheless it wasn't amazing. There was no depth, nothing for her to do with it except blindly sing along.
The breeze picked up, blowing her loose hair into her face. She had been planning on wearing a headband to the dance, but had been talked out of it, so now her hair was falling into her eyes and she found it weird. She was so used to wearing a headband that she even found herself reaching up to adjust it, though it was nonexistant at the moment. She shivered slightly and wished she had brought her wand. A heating spell would be so simple! Instead, she sat up so her shoulders were no longer pressed against the stone and stood up to walk around. She had cooled down, the wind had seen to that, but she wasn't ready to go back inside yet. She began making her way down the path, not paying attention to where she was going. Her mind was still caught up in the classical music she was humming. In her mind she was imagining what a sketch of it would look like and was drawing it. The lines twisted and turned, overlapping in her head in a mystical dance that took her breath away. At least, until she literally had her breath taken away. Her concentration was so absorbed within her own mind that she had lost sight of where she was headed and the next thing she knew she was sprawled on the ground. "Great, Just great." she muttered as she began to push herself up.
