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Tiny Dancer  PV Rosie Parker 

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Adam never really knew the piano.


He didn't know what compelled him to sit down at the bench and try it out again. It had been two years since he had last played, or even looked at a piece of sheet music. The only reason he had really ever taken it up was for his mother. She had always loved the sounds the instrument made, and tried to teach it to both of her sons with equal amounts of failure. Dean had been unwilling; Adam just lacked the talent. They had only gotten up through "Jingle Bells" before she'd given up, only a headache to show for her efforts. For the next two weeks, it had been all that Adam could think about, and the guilt of letting her down crept in despite himself. He had approached his father with a small idea and it had grown into a grand result, prepared specially for Kristine's birthday that same year. Orchestrated carefully by his dad, Adam had woken up early to start off his mother's morning with the chorus of her favorite song: Elton John's "Your Song", butchered by the ten-year-old's heavy hands but recognizable at least. She'd rushed down the stairs, wide-eyed and smiling, and hugged him tightly when he had finished. Later, his dad would tell him that he had never seen his wife react so happily to something.

It seemed like he remembered so much more about his family this year, now that he'd watched it fall. Adam was fully aware of how stupidly dramatic he was being about the whole thing, that he should listen to his brother and just try to move on. Dean had told him not to draw any unnecessary attention, not to act too mopey or too different at all, but it was hard, especially when he was by himself. What else was he to think about it not their tragic August? Even if it was a selfish right, Adam had a right to mope all that he wanted, in his eyes. He could use these moments alone explicitly for that purpose -- just so long as they remained alone.

Fingers hovering over the keys, Adam started his mother's song slowly, picking up halfway through as he had learned it, starting at the chorus where he knew the notes. He couldn't master chords, opting for a simple, one-note-at-a-time melody that sounded rather sad when it was isolated. The words came quietly under his breath, just barely louder than the music itself. As he came to the end, striking the keys to the tune of the final line, he smiled to himself.


"...how wonderful life is, while you're in the world...."


She'd been so happy to hear that part, even sang along with it, her voice causing him to falter only a bit before he was finished. It was a terrific song, really. Adam hadn't realized how much of his attention the playing had captured, and removing his hands from the keys was like exiting a trance. The world had fallen away, for those thirty seconds, and when it returned he shook his head and stood to head back for the door.

He nearly had a heart attack at the realization that he was no longer alone.

Adam Harringtom
STR: 10 AGI: 5 CTRL: 8 STA: 12

Tiny Dancer  PV Rosie Parker 

Boredom sucked.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, Rosie literally had nothing to do. She had finished all of her homework, she had talked to all of the people she wanted to (for the most part), and had her done her daily attempt to win Anatole's attention. As usual, he brushed her off, but she was stubborn.

She had been laying on her bed in her dorms, until she came up with an idea. Dancing! How could she have not thought of this earlier? She giggled and shot up from her bed, immediately going to go get dressed. She always picked two things to wear. Her pointe shoes, and a shirt that wouldn't flop around. Her pointe shoes because, duh, she was a ballerina. And the shirt, because.. Well. Rosie's dad had suggested for her to start wearing a... bra. She still didn't understand them, or think she needed them, but regardless, she did. She didn't want everyone seeing it, that was gross.

Anyway, Rosie slipped on her shoes and tied her hair up into a ponytail, before making her way out. On the way, she shouted bye to anyone who was currently in the common room, and there weren't a lot of people there, most were still eating. With a shrug, she skipped out of the room, excited to start dancing again.

She figured she could start dancing in the Rehearsal Room this time, she always, always danced in the ballroom. She needed some gosh darn change! So, she decided to change course to the Rehearsal Room. It brought back some memories of the first time she heard Marissa sing. Rosie hadn't talked to her since... Well, the year before. That was mainly because Marissa didn't talk. But after Clary died, there was definitely no connection.

The memory of Clary's funeral made Rosie feel sick to her stomach. It was so grim that day. She was about the only kid borderline sobbing. It was the first time she had seen any of the kids she saw out of Hogwarts. The kid who gave her comic books for her birthday, otherwise known as Reid, a girl named Alexx (possibly?), and Marissa. She hadn't talked to any of them very much since that day, even as the new year started. Except for the boy. Rosie kept forgetting his damn name. Reed? With two e's? Who knows. That wasn't the point. She wondered if she had ADHD sometimes. It's what her step-dad said.

As Rosie got closer and closer to the Rehearsal Room, she heard a piano playing. She rose her eyebrows, she didn't know anyone would be in the room around the time Rosie decided to visit. Company was fine to Rosie, she was still a self conscious about people watching her dance, but she could live with it. She slowly approached the door, and pushed it open.

Was that Adam?

Surely it was, the same boy she had gone cloud gazing with multiple times over the course of the year before. He was a joy to be around, but she was always scared to hang out with him for too long. If Rosie wanted to avoid anything, it was Eris yelling at her for attempting to take her best friend.

He turned to the door with a look of horror. Rosie made a squeak and waved her hands frantically. "I wasn't listening! Well, I was, but it was only cause I was coming here to dance and I could hear the piano!" She said, walking inside and running over to the piano. "I didn't know you could play, Adam. That was really nice. Actually..." She went through the song in her head, moving her hands awkwardly before gasping. "I knew it! I have a dance routine to this!"

Rosie ran to the middle of the room. "Can you play it again?" She asked excitedly, bouncing on her feet.

Tiny Dancer  PV Rosie Parker 

Adam didn't know what had scared him more: the sudden, silent appearance of the girl in the door, or the fact that someone had been there at all to listen in on his forgotten hobby. In reality, there was nothing to keep secret, nothing at risk of exposure. Nobody cared one way or another if Adam could play a few notes on the piano. In all likelihood, nobody would probably care if Adam could play a whole concerto on the piano. It wasn't very newsworthy. Still, he felt his face burn red as he quickly slammed down the piano cover, just barely missing his fingers as they fled from the keys. The panic swelled as he realized he had no veritable excuse to be in the room. Why did he have to be such an idiot all the time?

The stream of terror in his head was cut off when he realized who it was that had arrived. Rosie Parker, his third best friend in the school, a girl that he had not spoken to since their ride home together on the Hogwarts Express. She had been nothing but nice and understanding in their limited interactions during first year, and he felt that he could rely on her, that he could trust her with deeper things. In a backwards sense, the distance between them compared to, say, Eris Fawley helped too. If he acted differently at all, she'd be all over him, poking and prodding and asking what was wrong. He was painting her concern in a far too negative light, when it really was an amazing thing; but if it had been her at the door, he would have been talking and explaining all the way back to August. Rosie wouldn't know enough about him to know something was too different at all.

While he had been tied up in his own head, Rosie had already sprung into action, speaking just as quickly as she ran to his side at the piano. Adam struggled to keep up with the energetic Hufflepuff as she waved her hands in an excited gesture, asking him to play the song again. In the blink of an eye she was in the center of the room, poised to start her routine, and Adam hadn't even returned her hello. The presence of an audience, even an audience of one, added a little bit of pressure. He'd hate to mess Rosie up in the middle of dancing and embarrass himself further. At the same time, it would be even worse to say no.

Complying quietly, he turned back to the piano with a half-nod, tracing his fingers over the piano keys until they rested on the starting notes. He wished that he had a way to watch the keys and the dancer at the same time, because one was definitely more exciting than the other. But Adam knew that looking away from his hands would mean an inevitable screw-up. In the end, it came down to stupid little worries, worries that couldn't be allowed to get to Rosie and not just him. So with a firm mental reminder that he had someone waiting on him, Adam started up the song and hoped his friend could follow along with him.

Adam Harringtom
STR: 10 AGI: 5 CTRL: 8 STA: 12

Tiny Dancer  PV Rosie Parker 

The silence from Adam was a good indicator he had been focused.

She was nervous he'd say no, judging by the expression on his face. While he started to look scared, when she approached him fully, his expression softened. One of the qualities Rosie admired about Adam was his relaxed facial expressions. They were inviting, he didn't pierce into your soul with his eyes as if he was going to gut you. But it was definitely wonderful to learn that Adam played an instrument. She had never even bothered to ask if he did. Silly her. She made a mental note to ask him about scheduling more cloud gazing sessions. There was so much she didn't know about him.

Hesitantly it seemed, Adam lifted up the cover and placed his fingers over the keys. Rosie let out a squeal of excitement and dashed to the center of the room. She took a deep breath and positioned herself, one arm curved in front of her, the other curved above her. It was funny, she knew the song fairly well. Not only had she learned a routine for it, but her step-dad adored the song. Sometimes she found him singing in when he made her and her little brother dinner.

With nostalgia in mind, it made interest soar through Rosie farther. And as soon as Adam started playing, she was dancing. The routine was initially for two people, but she was able to learn how to dance to it alone.

She didn't have a dancing partner anymore, after all.

Rosie was using the entire room to her advantage, jumping and spinning with the space provided. Her arms followed her movements, she danced around on her pointe shoes. Did her curly hair slap her in the face a few times despite it being in a ponytail? Absolutely. And despite it being annoying, Rosie was attached to her long hair. It was even longer when Rosie straightened it, though.

As the song continued, Rosie tried to ignore she stumbled over a few moves. It had a while since she had busted out this certain routine. She had no time to practice, but luckily, Adam wasn't watching. He was too focused on the piano. Thank god. It felt like there wasn't even an audience. It made Rosie more comfortable with messing up, if she did. She didn't usually, she was a perfectionist when it came to her dancing. She practiced a lot.

That lead to some health issues on some of her practice days, but that's a story for another day.

When the song came to a close, Rosie had finished it by sinking to the ground, sitting on her knees. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. She let out a small sigh and flopped on her back. Rosie was strangely flexible, and laying on her back as so wasn't that much of an issue for her. She closed her eyes for a moment before wiping sweat off her forehead. Rosie sat back up and let out a loud woop, before coughing. "Frick- Uh-" She covered her mouth before letting out a wheeze. She needed to breathe. She cleared her throat and sat up, grinning at Adam. "That was awesome! I never knew you could play the piano!"