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Musical Fermata  PV Eris Fawley 

It was the start of the new academic year. Hired half-way through the year prior, she was finally seeing what it was like to start out the year. In her opinion... It was terrible. Her classes were yet to start and she was one of the selected faculty that had to help first years find their way around the school. While she loved to teach, she disliked doing things that were away from her usual duties.

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.

Musical Fermata  PV Eris Fawley 

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If it was silence and solitude from the student body that Maya was looking for, she would not be receiving it. The interruption came from a small child, only 4 foot five in stature, peeking her head through the doors of the Rehearsal Room and frowning.

There was nothing special about said girl, besides for the frown on her face and the way her eyebrows arched upwards at the Professor's avid gaze, set directly on the keys of the instrument she was playing so beautifully. Eris couldn't play any instruments, that she knew of. Even if she wouldn't admit it out loud, the haunting melody the older woman was playing was quite nice, but Eris's first thought about the matter filled up and bubbled over, causing the fiery young girl to fold her arms and step into the room.

"Shouldn't a professor have something more important to do than play music? If all professors are like you, it's no wonder that I nearly got burnt alive last year." Eris's life was far from mundane, and her fear of the professors was nearly nonexistent. There was no situation that her grandmum and grandfather couldn't manipulate their way out of, and the rage burning under Eris's skin flared up every time she stared at the miniature white markings on her face and arms. She had been too stubborn to let the nurse remove the evidence of the scaring and burning that her fight with the masked man had caused.

All good heroes had scars, and Eris wanted to be the hero that saved Hogwarts. She might not have carried a lighting bolt on her forehead, but a small burn scar was good enough, right? Right. Truthfully, Eris had no idea why she was roaming such a strange area of the castle, but it was routine for her to wander around, now that Dorian was gone and Max was busy with his endless stream of duties as the head boy.

All Eris's friends were prefects, and she was not. There was nobody to talk to, so Eris spent her days wandering around, hoping to run into her friends doing patrols, or someone to talk to her.

Her loneliness and anger at being so lonely had finally bubbled over, along with the stress and fear of school itself. Eris no longer cared if she got detention, but she was partly overjoyed to find someone to talk to, who wasn't a boring child who wanted to talk about ponies or how much muggles sucked.

Quite frankly, Eris wanted to do something. She wanted any sort of distraction from her plethora of bittersweet emotions, and a distraction from the loneliness. She was 12 now, but was too scared to go find her friends who weren't prefects and too scared to talk to her prefect friends. There was so much to be done, but Eris knew subconsciously that she was pushing her friends away, afraid of any more casualties in the battle with whatever forces were at Hogwarts.

The headmaster was wrong, the whole school was wrong! There was evil lurking at Hogwarts, and Eris was going to stop it. Nobody else would get hurt, and if that meant being friendless for her whole second year at Hogwarts and not seeking people out, so be it. Yet, the idea of snapping at a professor and hopefully opening the woman's eyes to the dangers at Hogwarts? That thrilled Eris, and her logic, warped by anger and desperation made perfect sense in the moment.

So, she kept a hand on the wand tucked in her robe pocket. As if Eris could fight a professor. She couldn't even fight the masked man, so why would she even think about fighting another adult woman? Shrugging, Eris's hand came out of her pocket, as she sized up the professor and wondered if jumping on her or kicking her kneecaps would suffice if the professor got angry at Eris.

Her face was not a familiar one, and Eris had learned to distrust authority figures at Hogwarts, and in the world. There was nobody to trust, besides for the people who proved themselves as friends, which this strange lady professor clearly had not.

THE EXTREME ALWAYS SEEMS TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION.
Eris Fawley:
Strength: 6 //Agility: 10 //Control: 9 //Stamina: 10

Musical Fermata  PV Eris Fawley 

Her eyes closed, Maya caressed the keys playing one of the most difficult tunes that was in her repertoire. Her fingers fastening the tempo while making its way to the song's developmental stage. She could feel the song speak, moving her both physically and spiritually. As she was getting back to the recapitulation, she heard a sound that was not of musical keys. Her hands stopped and she slowly opened her eyes to what looked like a Gryffindor girl standing by the doorway with her arms crossed.

Although frustrated at the interruption, she had not shown any expression as it was perhaps what the child was looking for in the first place. Maya, unmoved, looked the child up and down and could tell that she was not a first year. The amount of courage she had to walk in and interrupt a professor, let alone her, was uncommon in the younger years.

Maya placed her fingers back onto the keys and played a melody very quietly by pressing the middle peddle with her right foot. It was a melody in the minor key, one that sounded sad. It reminded her of home in Israel. She spoke as she played.

"Shame," was all Maya had said in response to the child. There was no reason for Maya reach to her level of disrespect. There seemed to be quite a bit of intensity filling up the girl. Did Maya care? No. She would rather go back to finishing her cover, but it seemed that this girl was not leaving anytime soon.

"Unless you're a third year, I have no intentions of conversing with you," Maya said, her Israeli accent thick. Her eyes, intimidating and strong, stared at the Gryffindor girl. She had no patience to deal with whatever this girl had. Though, Maya was not the type to just walk out and leave. She was the type to fight, no matter their age or size. Spending two years in the Israeli Defense Force in combat had made her outer layer thick as a shell.

Musical Fermata  PV Eris Fawley 

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Shame was all the woman said. Shame. All it took was a simple word for Eris’s cheeks to flush with shame, and her voice to sudden lose it’s luster. This woman didn’t care, she wasn’t the one who Eris had to burden with her improbable problems, but still. The child was desperate for some kind of conversation, and even the admonishment of an adult above her was enough to make Eris smile weakly and cling onto the illusion of hurt boisterousness. Eris cared little for detention, but found it a nice place to take a nap in, so she pushed forward in her glee to see another person.

She was hurting, hurting enough that hurting another person no longer seemed like such a bad thing. Everything hurt, every single part of Eris burned with the silent reminder that she wasn’t good enough and would never be good enough to save the school. Yet, she was damned if she didn’t try. Wiping a tangled strand of stray hair from her eyes, Eris raised her hands to her hips and attempted to sneer up at the professor.


The soft melody was enough to make Eris sway in her resolve to snap at the stern looking woman, but she found herself devoid of caring. Trapped in a deep shell of numbness and fear, the child had long since decided that she cared little for momentary things like the sound of piano keys playing soft tunes, but a small dark part of herself admired the notes of the keys and admired the woman for playing.

The anger and defensiveness rolling off the professor reminded Eris of herself, and the child couldn’t help but find fear in that. Squaring up her shoulders, Eris let out a weak laugh at the professor’s words.

“If you treat all first and second years like that, it’s no wonder nobody wants to take muggle studies in their third year.” Eris replied, furrowing her brow. That was her class, right? Eris didn’t know much about the professors of her school, but she knew that this woman taught one of the classes that was exclusive to third year
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THE EXTREME ALWAYS SEEMS TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION.
Eris Fawley:
Strength: 6 //Agility: 10 //Control: 9 //Stamina: 10

Musical Fermata  PV Eris Fawley 

It could be that the child was too young to understand cues in conversation. Maya did not want to talk to this child as she was busy playing music that she wanted to practice in the middle of the day. Instead of this child playing with friends, she would rather converse with a professor who was not at all nice to her. It was rather amusing to Maya than it was irritating.

"Is that all?" she asked, her fingers still playing the same melody. Maya's brown eyes would not look at the Gryffindor. If the girl wanted to try to push her buttons, then so be it. There were not a lot of ways to make Maya furious. In fact, there's only one person in the world that can make Maya feel inferior and that was her own father in Israel. Other than that, she was a strong, shelled woman.

Maya changed the key of the melody to that of a minor. It was a melody that was very depressing to hear. She wondered if the child in front of her was one that related to music and when she heard something that was "sad" that it would affect her emotions as so.

Musical Fermata  PV Eris Fawley 

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Eris was a girl used to being let down, really. Her grandparents were horribly rude sometimes and her father had not turned out to be the icon she had put up on a pedestal when younger. No, he was a delusional man with delusions that affected everyone in the manor. There wasn't much any of the Fawleys could do when Luca got into one of his moods, besides stand down and watch with fear as the man raged and screamed like a far younger boy or a child Eris's age.

Yet, it hurt. As the music reached a crescendo and filtered off into a melody so soft and sad that Eris felt her harsh anger and the cruel words building up fade into nothingness, as vague memories of saddening moments danced through her head.

Music was rare in Eris's life, and the only song she did tend to listen to was the Captain America theme song from the olden tv show. That, of course, was back when you tube had been readily available, and when Eris's mother had tolerated the small child's presence. That was when times were easier, and when magic had never been introduced to Eris's life.

Memories of her father ranting and raving also flew through Eris's mind, and slowly, ever so slowly, she took a step towards the piano and the toughened woman sitting on the bench in front of Eris. Words floated through her mind, staring with a declaration that she was not ready to leave, and other words flashed through her mind.

Words asking about how the woman played. There was so much to ask, but so little time. Softly, the child curled and uncurled her hands from fists at her sides and wrapped her arms around herself.

"No, I'm not done." She tried to say in a soft voice, but it came out rough and angry. Clasping a hand over her mouth for a split second, but thinking better of it, Eris removed her hands from her mouth and crossed them again.

"How do you play like that?"


THE EXTREME ALWAYS SEEMS TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION.
Eris Fawley:
Strength: 6 //Agility: 10 //Control: 9 //Stamina: 10