It was the middle of the day where the sky was a bit gloomy and the weather cold. While others may think of it as one of the worst days of the year, Maya found a lot of relaxation into it. Gloomy days were ones that were calm and perfect. Sitting in her office, she decided that she wanted to spend the midday playing the grand piano that was stored in the rehearsal room.
The rehearsal room was perhaps one of the only rooms that students hardly go into. Most of the students would either be in the courtyard, Great Hall, Owlery or Library. A part of her wondered if there were any students that were musically inclined, but that was a different thought on her mind-- one that would bring about a choir for the school like the famous Flitwick of the 1990s.
Maya opened the door to the rehearsal room, only closing it slightly--leaving a bit ajar. She walked to the grand piano, a Steinway, her fingers caressing the body of the instrument. She went to sit on the bench and opened up the front to show the white and black keys. Maya placed her fingers on them in E-flat major position. She took a deep breath and her fingers began to exhale in motion.
Her eyes closed, her fingers would not stop. She was playing one of her favorites. It was Rachmaninov's Prelude Op.23 No.6 in E flat major. She felt at ease playing and listening to the music that her hands and body were creating.