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Post by honker on Apr 20, 2007 15:35:03 GMT
I walk around the courtyard and start singing a song that came into my head. I always sang when I was bored, it seemed to always make life more interesting. I can also play the piano quite well but haven't in a while. I didn't notice the two boys talking.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 20, 2007 17:18:22 GMT
"I've talked to a couple of Gryffindor girls. They do ask questions." I say fairly. "I just answer, it's easier than having secrets, I guess. But I much prefer not having to talk about personal things."
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 20, 2007 18:35:48 GMT
"Sometimes its best to keep secrets." going deep into thought but then slapping my self "Sorry about that."
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 21, 2007 9:52:04 GMT
"It's no problem. I know what it's like to have something haunt you." I say, trying to firmly blink the image of Kia, dying, in my arms, out of my head.
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 21, 2007 17:37:28 GMT
"So what were you writing?" looking at his notebook
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 21, 2007 19:55:49 GMT
"Music. Trying and failing to write music." I smile slightly. "I've run out of things I've been taught to play so I'm trying to get something new. It's not going so well."
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 21, 2007 20:58:11 GMT
"Hmm. Mind if i look?" putting my hand out to see if he would give it to me
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 21, 2007 21:00:31 GMT
"No, not at all." I say, handing it to him. "There's no lyrics because I'm not so good at that, just the notes so far."
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 21, 2007 21:02:39 GMT
"Hmm i have no idea how to read this." i say turning it over wondering if i was looking at it the wrong way. "Mind tapping it out or what ever it is you do?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 21, 2007 21:11:55 GMT
I laugh and take it back. "Well, you won't be able to hear the pitch obviously, seeing as I don't have my guitar with me, but the rhythm goes roughly like this." I say, tapping it out with my fingers on my notebook.
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 21, 2007 21:13:47 GMT
"Hmmm interesting." i say when hes done "Beat sounds good to me."
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 21, 2007 21:15:32 GMT
"Yeah, not really. I've never really done this before. Just played what I've been taught but I'm not learning anything new, so I just thought I'd give it a go."
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 21, 2007 21:17:59 GMT
"No i like it. After you play it out and get some lyrics it should be fine."
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 21, 2007 21:19:10 GMT
I smile. "Hopefully. So what were you reading?"
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 21, 2007 21:29:06 GMT
"What i always read. A creature book. This ones about golems. Very interesting some of them are." bring the book out so he could read the cover.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 22, 2007 10:05:12 GMT
"You into creatures too? Care of magical creatures, is my favourite subject. Only one I'm good at, actually." I smile.
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 22, 2007 14:19:42 GMT
"I love creatures and that class. But i'm good at most of them." i say with a smirk
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 22, 2007 14:20:23 GMT
I laugh. "And modest too."
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 22, 2007 14:29:01 GMT
"What can i say." Laughing "This is the frist time i've laughed in a while." i say when i stop laughing
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 22, 2007 14:30:23 GMT
"Really?" I say surprised. "I'm always laughing, I don't know why."
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 22, 2007 14:32:45 GMT
"You don't really need a reason i suppose. Laughing is a good thing." i say
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 22, 2007 14:34:06 GMT
"Sometimes. Sometimes it makes me feel better, and sometimes it makes me feel worse." I shrug.
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 22, 2007 14:35:47 GMT
i think on that for a bit "If you don't mind...How can it make you feel worse?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 22, 2007 14:38:41 GMT
"I feel almost guilty..." I say quietly. "You know, she doesn't get to laugh anymore, why should I be laughing? Or, shouldn't I be crying still? Is it fair that I'm happy again?"
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 22, 2007 14:40:26 GMT
a bit puzzled i decide not to ask who..we did after all have a deal. I put my hand on his shoulder "I'm pretty sure who ever it is would want you to be happy again." i say trying to cheer him up
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 22, 2007 14:42:28 GMT
"Yeah, she probably would. And you can ask who. I don't mind about that. It's more I don't like discussing how. Her name was Kiara, Kia, my sister."
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 22, 2007 14:44:33 GMT
"I'm sorry for your lose." i say symathically "But i know she would love for you to be happy and laugh."
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 22, 2007 14:46:13 GMT
"Yeah, I do too. And I try most of the time, it's just sometimes too much, if you know what I mean." I smile weakly. "But, you just have to keep on living and all."
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Post by Volkaric D on Apr 22, 2007 14:54:09 GMT
"I know what you mean and i couldn't agree more." still trying to cheer him up
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 22, 2007 14:57:16 GMT
I smile, wondering dimly if he understood because he'd been through it, but not asking.
"Thanks, for trying to cheer me up and all. Nice of you."
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