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'living life, living like there's a redo i'm waiting in, waiting for something to lose' — over & over & over
Hogwarts — Sep 1943
Lestari's fingers danced along the black, concert, grand piano of Hogwarts' music department. It was a Sunday, and there was nothing else to do but wallow in your thoughts, your studies or whatever talent you had. Lestari chose the keys.
There was a familiar feeling in placing fingers to slightly yellowing ivory keys, reminiscent of late nights with her mother and her friends, clapping joyously at their favourite melodies played.
The tune she chose, she often found herself humming to, tapping her foot rather than drifting to sleep. It was a jazzy piece, 'I'm Getting Sentimental Over You' by Charles Mingus, an American composer. She continued playing other pieces she could recall off the top of her head. She ended 'Gnossienne No.1' with a heavy silence and wondered how long it had been. It was often when she'd get swept up in the reverie of practicing the piano, spending hours on the old chair as if dinner wasn't waiting and curfew wasn't nearing.
She could see the overcast of evening light on the shelf of sheet music, she figured dinner had possibly passed by then.
A pair of applause came from behind her. Lestari jumped, stifled a scream and spun around, to find Goldstein and Avery leant against the wall together. They had both discarded their robes somewhere and were standing there with their white shirts — though Avery wore a dark, grey sweater vest over his.
"May I help you?" Lestari glared at them, unimpressed.
"Sorry, we were looking for you. You didn't show up at the library and you've missed dinner." Elliot articulated, walking to pick up her bag from the floor.
Thierry held up her robe, letting her shrug it on.
"And where are we in such a rush to?" Lestari noticed the boy was carrying her stuff for her, and already out the piano's room.
"Stop worrying and get a move on. The day will be almost over soon." Thierry and the girl skipped down the hall clumsily, as one practically dragged the other.
They stopped at the library entrance, giving Lestari enough time to regain her balance before they pushed open the door and walked in. They made their way to a table hidden quite far away but not entirely isolated, where a bundle of books and bags already sat — much similar to the manner they had studied in for the previous month.
