Forgotten Duet PV Opeila Seilun Closed

There was about a half-hour left until curfew. Xailah had started her patrol a little earlier than usual. There was no particular reason for doing so, she simply just felt like it- considering she really had nothing better to do. Some students were already heading to their assigned dormitories, but there were a few stragglers that hung around in the halls, talking to their peers.

The unfortunate events that took place during the Masquerade Ball, had left the young Gryffindor, desperately seeking the comforts of home. She wished nothing more, than to be back in the cold walls of the home, in which she was raised. It would be a while till she would be able to go home for winter break. Actually, it wouldn't be too long of a wait, really, it just felt like winter break was taking forever to get here.

The Gryffindor prefect was seemingly invisible to passerby, as she made her way to the rehearsal room- but those that did take notice of the third year, and her feline companion, shuffled out of their way. Several Hogwarts students were scared of the prefect, mostly because she simply looked different. Or maybe they could see what she really was. A creature that only a mother could love. Something capable of doing harm. Something seemingly sinister.

But she didn't mind it. The way she saw it; fear was power. Though, she did think that it was silly thing-people being scared of her, considering that there were more important things to fear. Anyone who had been at the recent ball would know that. One would not know fear, until they were locked in a burning room with hundreds of panicking people. Being reminded of the ball, she would take a peek into the drawstring bag that she often carried with her, as she made her way down the corridor. A pair of tiny button eyes would gleam up from the small opening in the bag. The owner of the eyes, was a small burlap doll.

The rehearsal room was an unusual place to find the prefect. She did not patrol this area, nor did she regularly visit it. Her visit there would most likely be a one-time thing. She had heard that the rehearsal room contained a number of instruments, one of them being a grand piano. She was specifically there for the piano. It was one of the many things that reminded her of home.

Her conversation with a young Ravenclaw boy, in the library, had the Gryffindor feeling homesick. She had spoken of previous experience with playing both the piano, and violin, though she expressed that she wanted to return to playing the piano specifically. The room was fairly dark, though that was not a problem for the prefect. Her golden eyes gave off an iridescent- almost animalisitc glow. The black, slitted, pupils pulsated until they grew into two large circles; absorbing as much light in the room, as they possibly could.

The room did in fact have a piano. It wasn't as nice as the one that she had at home, but it would do just fine. She would take a seat, before gingerly picking up the large, grey, feline Schrödinger. The cat would be placed on the space next to her; where he would then observe his human. Xailah would then turn to the piano, and run a slender finger across it, as she familiarize herself with the keys. It had been ages since she had touched the blocks of carved ivory.

The smooth, black, fabric of her gloves, glided effortlessly across the keys. She would play a familiar tune. Familiar is a strong word- really, she had never actually heard the tune before; though she played it like she had just heard it yesterday. It was haunting. Elegant. And...familiar, even to those who were a stranger to it.