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The stress was finally overwhelming Amadea. She really needed a break, so she headed to the rehearsal room to play some music. As she opened the door and stepped into the empty room, she immediately felt a little bit calmer. When she sat at the piano bench, she felt even more calm. She ran her fingers over the keys of the grand piano, admiring it's beauty without even pressing down on the keys.

She took a deep breath and settled her hands on the keys, ready to play. She began the intro to Chopin's Nocturne in E-flat Major, the middle of the three nocturnes in the set. It was one of her favorite pieces, despite it being a classical piece (and being a very, very famous piece); she loved adding her own ornaments to each section as the music continued. She loved having the rhythmic freedom given to her by the senza tempo. She loved everything about the piece, and watching her fingers fly in graceful leaps, growing increasingly ornamented, telling the story of the piece.

She always learned the history behind the pieces that she played, mostly because she liked to put as much emotion into the pieces as she could, but also because she enjoyed learning about the history. This particular Nocturne was dedicated to Marie Pleyel. Amadea could almost feel the deep feelings Chopin must have felt when writing this piece. She loved that moment when she finally connected with the music and everything completely disappeared. She could just focus on playing every note with the emotion that she felt. She played the last notes and closed her eyes, lifting her fingers off the keys, breathing heavily, feeling very satisfied.

A human. Being.
Strength: 4 | Agility: 10 | Control: 12 | Stamina: 9

Every Note Played  Solo   Finished 

It had been another long and stressful day for Amadea, particularly because she had delved straight back into her past again. It wasn't that she had a terrible past, she didn't. She had a loving family and lived in a wonderful city. But there were two things that seemed so innocent and yet now that she was at Hogwarts, they were the two things looming over her happiness at Hogwarts.

She sat down at the piano bench, finally letting all of her anger out. She quickly glanced at the side of the room making sure that the door was closed before turning back to the keys and pressing down on the middle C angrily. Then she removed her fingers from the ivory keys and thought about the events that had happened that made her so angry.

Even though she didn't come from a family of complete Muggles, it felt like that very much. Neither of her parents or her sister were magical. The most recent magical person in her family was her great grandmother, Eleanor. She had known little to nothing about the magical world, especially her own magical abilities until she had gotten her Hogwarts letter. No one in her family could give her the background information everyone else here seemed to have and no matter how hard she worked, she always seemed one step behind everyone. She wasn't dumb by any means. She just felt so average. Everyone else she knew at Hogwarts was special in some sort of way: good at Quidditch or a writer or a Prefect or had some knowledge of something that Amadea didn't have. She knew it wasn't a competition but couldn't help feeling as if everyone was making it one. She was definitely losing, and it made her angry. But more than that, it made her sad. So very sad. She missed her great grandmother and she missed her family. She wished they had known more about Hogwarts and had taught her more about it, which made her feel angry toward them. She wished that she didn't feel so selfish about it and logically knew it wasn't her family's fault but she put the blame on them anyway. She was scapegoating them instead of facing that fact that maybe it was okay to not be perfect.

And the second thing...Amadea wasn't sure her mind could even handle it right now. She yanked a piece of paper out of her notebook and a quill, dipping it forcefully into the ink. Then she began writing. She knew she needed some music to calm her down, but today she couldn't stick to the confines of someone else's notes. She had to make her own. She scribbled furiously, her eighth notes tying together into triplet runs and her loud fortissimos being enhanced by the deep base notes of her left hand. Suddenly, she felt all of the anger just disappear from her and she felt exhausted. And very, very sad. She ended up the piece illustrating this, ending it on a decrescendo and a trill before holding out the last note as a fermata. Satisfied with her writing, she put it up on the piano, placing her hands, ready to test out her new piece.

As she began playing, she was swept through her emotions again, letting her brain wander away, letting her fingers follow the notes, playing the ones written on the page and also improvising on the base chords, forming different forms and adding more elements. This was what she loved to do and what always calmed her down. She lost her mind when playing, but not in a bad way. It was more in a way of turning off her thoughts and being drowned in the music, letting it fill her to the core. She reached the climax of the song, pressing on the keys with all of her might, letting all of her emotion flow out her fingertips in desperation. When she neared the end of the song, she forced her fingers to play lighter, more daintily, until the last note which she held out until the piano no longer made a sound.

She felt much better. She couldn't say why, or what it was about playing and composing that made her feel better, but it always worked. She loved this so much. She took the piece down from the piano, carefully tucked it away in her folder of other music that she had composed and stood. All of the playing and the emotional rollercoaster had tired her out. She opened the door to the rehearsal room, making sure that no one else was around that had heard her playing. No one was in sight, so she slipped out of the room and headed back to her dorm.

A human. Being.
Strength: 4 | Agility: 10 | Control: 12 | Stamina: 9