Fandom A New Regime IC

November 1st, 2019

The next morning there was a light layer of snow on the ground. Some people were outside having snowball fights or maybe some were inside in the library or their respective common rooms. Where you are depends on you, but remember watch out for Morgana's Cronies.

It was a rather late night this past eve, the sixth year Ravenclaw staying up til the wee hours of Halloween with some friends and slipping away to the common room for some late reading. The time he woke from his brief slumber, the boy came to his feet freshly bathed and dressed for the early fall of snow outside, wrapping his house scarf over his school robes before grabbing his guitar and placing the strap over his shoulder, hand placed over the wooden base to keep it still as he left the commons and left for the tower.

He wasn’t sure where everyone else might be, he saw some students here and there and others outside playing in the light snow, some even with balls of snow for a fight. Meanwhile Arnaldus found a nice cozy enough spot within the tower, seating himself on the floor of the room with feet propped a bit with his head leaned against the wall quietly pondering a tune as his guitar sat before him, hands gently in place. He thought about a song of his own to write and try out, but held off for the time started to warm up to another tune,

“People are strange when you’re a stranger,” He began singing a tune to his play on the guitar. Pondering over different things, while singing in warming of his voice and fingers as he plucked away at his guitar strings with loose and relaxed fingers.


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Clairabelle had been wandering Hogwarts aimlessly watching people have snowball fights. Something about the snow calmed her. Perhaps it was because it reminded her of her owl.
Many experiences she had growing up had to do with snow. It was something deeply connected to her childhood. Although she did wish that they could wear more than scarves and school uniforms, her mother would die of a heart attack seeing her not wearing something warm and expensive. To be honest she was used to wearing whatever was popular, often even before it was popular but it wasn't something she desperately missed. She was a weird child always but she never become selfish or greedy due to her upbringing.

She wandered to a hall before hearing the sound of music and singing. However noise of a music instrument had brought her to her senses. Somebody was playing a guitar. Now that definitely wasn't something she had heard in a while. Looking around for the source of the sound she had noticed Arnaldus upwards in the tower. Well she didn't really have anything better to do than visit him so she decided to head up to the tower as well.

Walking up the tower he was singing something about strangers. "Are you perhaps writing a song, Mr Moody?"
"Do you mind if I listen in? I didn't know you played Guitar. I play piano myself." She said taking a seat in-front of him.
It had definitely been a long time since she had heard someone play guitar. However she constantly was taught to play guitar by professionals that her parents hired.
She didn't mind of-course. She actually enjoyed it. And she knew they'd stop hiring people if she told them she didn't want to learn anymore.

The Silent Z