𝖱𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗄𝗌 ☽ 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗨𝗦 𝗦𝗡𝗔𝗣𝗘✔️

𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪

[Chapter 20 - The Time They Forgave]

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With the final bell ringing on a Friday evening, Genevive quickly finished marking the last classes' essays, gathering up the remaining papers into her arms.

With a flick of her wand, the classroom door shut behind her, softly banging as she headed down the many flights of stairs before reaching the entrance to the Great Hall.

"Alright everyone, settle down," Genevieve shouted out over the ruckus.

Grabbing some pieces of parchment from her bag, she handed them out as she spoke, " Here is the next piece we will be moving onto for the upcoming end of year ball."

"But that's ages away!" One of the older boys whined.

"Yes, it is but this is a lengthy song and will need to be perfect for the performance."

Heading over to the piano, Genevieve note bashed for a second attempting to find the key. After so, she quickly ran through the lyrics.

"So as you can see, there isn't a whole lot of words to this piece but that's not where the difficulty lies, " Now handing out the sheet music, she wasn't surprised at the number of gasps.

"But miss, this is far too complicated for us!" A second-year girl argued as she rubbed her head, trying to figure out the notes.

"You can accomplish anything if you put your mind to it, for now, we're going to focus on the easy parts." Heading into the centre of the room, Genevieve took a good look at the choir.

Then she got them all to separate into sopranos and altos. Taking another look at them, she slowly began to split them up further, occasionally getting a few students to sing a note or two.

"Jenny, would you mind singing the first line of the school anthem." Though when no sound was made, Genevieve glanced over in her direction, " Out loud if you please."

The choir burst into laughter as Jennifer's cheeks reddened. The older witch was quick to shut them down though, taking Jennifer aside and giving her some words of encouragement.

"My old choirmaster was a complete nutcase, absolutely bonkers, " a small giggle left Jenny's mouth as Genevieve continued, " But before any concert or performance he would always say 'Singing is a way of escaping. It's another world.' Singing is like acting in a way, you're embodying someone else."

" You're no longer shy, quiet Jennifer. You're Primadonna opera singer Jenny."

Her little speech seemed to boost Jenny's confidence, singing out the word softly, a lot louder than before, but still soft.