As far as Maeve knew, it was one of the few things she was good at.
Maeve loved playing the piano because if she played it well enough, and she did, the music would be smooth. It would be her special voice. Her smooth, stutter-free voice.
The piano was freedom.
She couldn't help but wish she had someone to sing to her playing, though. She was playing a muggle song Dahlia had showed her. It was the only one she knew, and was undoubtedly her favorite song ever.
It was called A Thousand Years. It was a sappy love song, but Maeve loved it. The chords blended perfectly with one another, and a singer would really complete it. But who would sing for the stuttering Slytherin? Maeve didn't know, and she didn't dare ask anyone.
Maeve began to play the song. She didn't even need the sheet music anymore, she had been taught to memorize anything she played from an early age. Her parents thought it would be an important skill to have. It was nice, not having to carry a large music folder.
She closed her eyes and swayed gently to the music as she played. Maeve mouthed the words as her fingers flew across the keys. She was smiling. This was the happiest she'd been since coming to Hogwarts.
"Being different isn't a bad thing. It just means you're brave enough to be yourself." ~Luna Lovegood