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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 9:35 am
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✬Ƭнιя∂ Ƴєαя Rανєηcℓαω Ƈнαѕєя ✬ Ƒσυη∂єя & Ƈαρтαιη σƒ Aят Ƈℓυв✬Dris was strumming along when an older girl came over and started singing along. He kept up his humming, though it was difficult with his smile growing. Once the song had ended, he decided he should think up another fun song. "Thank you for singing along! You did a really great job!" He smiled brighter, eyes twinkling in the lights. Someone else walked over, this one a younger boy. He apologized, possibly thinking he'd interrupted. He then identified himself, then talked about their chosen song. "Hello, Barry! I'm Dris Abrams. I was playing Somewhere Over the Rainbow. I see you have a ukulele too, so if you'd like, I can fish out the music for the song. It's in my trunk, I think." He grinned, having come up with another song to play. He did some strums, then played Viva La Vida. He bounced along as he strummed, eyes closed as he let the instrument's colorful swirls swim around his head. Sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ? I ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ, Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ's ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ. Wᴏɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ ʀᴀᴄᴇ? Wʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴ' ɪɴ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs, sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ. Tʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs, I'ᴍ ʜᴏᴘɪɴ' ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ. Wʜᴇɴ I ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ. I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ I ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. Iꜰ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴛʀᴜᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴀɴ I ᴅᴏ? I ᴀᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 1:16 pm
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 1:24 pm
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First things first I'ma say all the words inside my head I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh ooh The way that things have been, oh ooh
➸Hαℓƒвℓσσ∂ ➸Ɠяуƒƒιη∂σя Ƒιяѕт Ƴєαя ➸Ƒємιηιѕт
╰☆╮Gi was startled by the appearance of one of her housemates, and yearmates since she recognized him from class, asking how she was and if she played anything. She didn't see anything like a case in his hands so maybe he played something bigger like the piano (or drums!), or maybe he sang, or maybe it was so small he carried it in his pocket like she did her ocarina. Then again maybe she should actually ask instead of speculate. "Hi! I'm fine, I'm just sorta listening in; seeing whether I should jump in or not. And I do! I play the flute which is what I have here," she gestured to her black case, "and the ocarina which I have here." she then took out brown colored instrument from her satchel.
Second thing Second, don't you tell me what you think that I can be I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh ooh The master of my sea, oh ooh
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 2:41 pm
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 8:06 pm
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★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
╔══════════════════════════════════╗ Mackenzie Hawthorne Gryffindor - Fifth Year - Fifteen Years Old - Reserve Seeker - Halfblood - Adopted ╚══════════════════════════════════╝
Mackenzie made her way down to the third floor from the Gryffindor Tower. Her cleavage, although small in comparison to other girls her age, peeking out from behind her shirt. If she had run this shirt by her mum or Seth, they would’ve told her to cover up. That was what happened for the Overton summer party, and that was exactly why she didn’t make the same mistake. Besides, a lot of girls dressed like this. Maybe Saio didn’t, but she dressed more like Essie. Speaking of Saio, the lion joined her badger friend late; most eyes were on the current performer. Mackenzie rarely performed at the club; she wasn’t much of a song writer (except she did write one song back when she was thirteen). She also didn’t have very much talent in the instrument department; nonetheless, she enjoyed the atmosphere in the music club and making and spending time with her friends. “Hi, Saio!” she exclaimed, greeting her best friend with a hug. “Have you performed anything? I hope I didn’t miss it.” Mackenzine sincerely hoped she hadn’t missed a performance by the Hufflepuff, especially if it was something she worked hard on.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
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𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒷𝑒...
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 12:53 pm
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Yeah, you may think that I'm a zero, but, hey, everyone you wanna be probably started off like me. You may say that I'm a freakshow, but, hey, give it just a little time. I bet you're gonna change your mind.
♥ 𝓢𝓴𝔂𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓐𝓷𝓷𝒆 ℳ𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓵𝒆𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷 ♥ Fourth Year / Hufflepuff / Pureblood
All of the dirt you've been throwin' my way, it ain't so hard to take, that's right. 'Cause I know one day you'll be screamin' my name, and I'll just look away, that's right.
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It was that time of the year again. Time for Music Club to open its doors once more for the opening meeting. Hopefully, nothing crazy would happen, and no one would start a fight. Of course Skylar was referencing none other than Peter Whyte himself, also noting that he hadn't caused any serious trouble, in the club at least, in a while. Maybe he had changed? Doubtful, but crazier things have happened. After all, her brother had just gotten married to the mean purple haired girl who had graduated with him last term. Sky didn't know the details, mostly because no one in her family ever told her anything. They figured she was too young to understand. Well she was fourteen now, she thought she at least deserved to be in the loop when it came to family things.
Regardless of her frustrations, Skylar hurried down the corridor towards the music room, carrying her cello case. Last year she had brought her harp with her, but she wanted to perfect the cello this year. It was one of her favorites, it's haunting tunes sounding mystical to her. Upon entering the music room, Sky was overwhelmed with the sounds of instruments. Typically, the members took turns playing and performing, but this year, it seemed as if everyone was going for it at once. She spotted Dris, Saio, Mackenzie and Barry, Clara's brother, together playing their ukuleles and singing. Candace and the other girls were all gathered around the piano. A few other members, including new ones, were scattered around the room as well, some chatting among themselves and others playing their own instruments. A harsh wave of anxiety hit Skylar like, well, a wave. With everyone playing at once, she shouldn't play her cello now, or at all. Of course, she hadn't ever performed in the Music Club, but she also had terrible stage fright. The short blonde crept along the side of the room, staying close to the wall as she tried to sneak past the others. It was then that she heard a familiar tune, one that typically brought her comfort. Skylar followed it, surprised to find it coming from, the menace himself, Peter Whyte. Well, his clarinet, but still. He was sitting alone, like usual, and seemed lost in his music. Sky approached him with caution, trying to get closer to hear him better over the other instruments in the room. She found herself sitting two seats to his right, which seemed like a safe enough distance to her as she stared. The girl tried not to stare, but she couldn't help it. The fact that something so beautiful was coming from Peter of all people was just amazing.
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Just go ahead and hate on me and run your mouth so everyone can hear. Hit me with the worst you got and knock me down, baby, I don't care. Keep it up and soon enough you'll figure out you wanna be a loser like me.♥ x x ♥ x x ♥【 OOC: hope you don't mind me jumping in, Oyeh, but I thought this would be very funny o 3 o 】
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 2:14 pm
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First things first I'ma say all the words inside my head I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh ooh The way that things have been, oh ooh
➸Hαℓƒвℓσσ∂ ➸Ɠяуƒƒιη∂σя Ƒιяѕт Ƴєαя ➸Ƒємιηιѕт
╰☆╮Gi just shrugged a little as Rhett advised that she join feeling self-conscious since she'd rarely played in front of people other than her own family and even then it'd been awhile. "I guess...and it doesn't seem like it's very formal. More like people just doing their own thing so there'd be plenty of opportunities for whistling." she lightly teased her new friend. She heard a clarinet somewhere in the corner, some ukuleles, and the girls surrounding the piano were still playing and singing so maybe no one would notice if she completely flopped. Quickly before she lost her nerve, she opened her flute case and put it together flawlessly (after years of doing it she'd better) and tried thinking of something simple she could play that wouldn't sound so odd even if she did screw up. Gi chose a folk song that was one of her first performance pieces when she started and put her flute to her mouth and began to play. She had played this song so often, mainly for her younger siblings when she first learned it, that she could practically hear the piano accompaniment in her mind.
Second thing Second, don't you tell me what you think that I can be I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh ooh The master of my sea, oh ooh
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 4:08 pm
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2017 1:38 pm
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2017 2:51 pm
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2017 3:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 6:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 11:17 am
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Fianna Grey Gryffindor │ Seventh Year │ Seventeen Years Old │ Single
Fianna had been concerned she would be late for her Music Club meeting, and hastily got to the room, barely taking time to get into more comfortable clothes than her school uniform and getting her guitar case before showing up. No, she wasn't the best guitar player at school, nor the best singer, but she wasn't there for any other reason than it gave her a chance to unwind and have fun jamming with like-minded individuals. When she arrived, she was relieved to know she wasn't late, and, in fact, the door was just being opened. "Hi, Alby," she said good-naturedly. "Nice to see you got to run the Club this year." She was genuinely glad for Alby, and knew the club would be in good hands for his tenure.
When she got into the room, and found a place to sit down, Fianna popped open the case and got out her guitar. After taking the time to carefully tune it, she started strumming a few chords. When she got the chance to, Fianna started playing a song she learned over the summer. Queensryche 'Silent Lucidity' was a bit old school, but it seemed like a good way to start things off. She then started singing the words as she played the intro.
"Hush now don't cry Wipe away the teardrop from your eye You're lying safe in bed It was all a bad dream Spinning in your head Your mind tricked you to feel the pain Of someone close to you leaving the game of life..."
Turn your magic on, to me she'd say "Everything you wants a dream away We are legends, every day" That's what she told me
Turn your magic on, to me she'd say "Everything you wants a dream away Under this pressure, under this weight We are diamonds"
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2017 7:09 am
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Music Club xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Sadie xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Music Club xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? What should I play?
Connor had been pretty excited about music club opening, if only so he could use the piano without feeling weird in an empty room. Sadie was all fluffed up with a bow in her hair, leading Connor toward the music room. The teen pushed open the door and walked in, hearing someone familiar singing. He couldn't place who the voice belonged to, but he imagined it was someone he'd talked to a few times. He walked past toward the piano, quietly humming along to the song. His fingertips tapped against the piano top, the teen guiding himself around. The bench had been moved over a bit and he yelped when his knee collided with the bench. He carefully sat down, a small frown on his face. He felt Sadie sit beside him, so he gave her a loving pat on the head. Once he was done, he played a nice melody he'd heard in Spain over the summer
I'ᴍ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇ. I'ᴍ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ. I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ, ɴᴏ ꜰᴏᴏᴛsᴛᴇᴘs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, I'ᴍ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ sᴏᴜɴᴅ Isɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ? Wᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ? Iᴛ's ᴀ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪꜰᴇ. Wᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ? Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇᴡ? I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ I'ᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Oʜ ᴡʜʏ ɪs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴏ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsɪɴɢ? Mᴀʏʙᴇ I'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ, ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇᴡ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ I'ᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, I'ᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2017 8:11 pm
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