The Way I See It [BRENT, CHASE]

[Venice Willows]

Venice was just wandering around Hogwarts, not really sure of where she was going or what she was doing. Well, what was there to do? This was Hogwarts. A school. And Venice really didn't do schools. It just...wasn't her thing at all. She was just too unfocused for that kind of thing. Wasn't that the Ravenclaws, anyway? Weren't they good at that kind of thing? Well, whatever. Venice didn't know. And, in all honesty, she really didn't care. She was just glad to get away from the Hufflepuff common. It was kind of boring being with people who were exactly the same as you.

She found herself lazily walking upstairs, for some reason that was unknown to her. It was...slightly weird. Venice didn't normally go for physical activity if she could help it. It was just another thing that wasn't really her at all. There wasn't anything wrong with that, was there? She didn't think so. It was her. People could just take it or leave it. Hopefully the former; Venice didn't really like being alone. Well, who did? It was boring as hell.

And then it suddenly struck her why she might have been walking up those stairs. A grin broke out on her face. Of course, of course! Why hadn't she thought of this before? It was the Fourth Floor she was headed to. Because, on that floor, was what she called her favourite room in the whole of Hogwarts. And that was the choir room. Granted, she didn't really like the name. 'Choir' just sounded too formal and long winded. Why not just call it 'music' or something? Wouldn't that be easier?

But nyeh, the name of the room didn't really matter, she supposed. It was just what was in it that was important. The musical instruments that her father had shown her as a child, the sheet music that he'd taught her how to read. It was just everywhere. And it felt...almost like home. Like the shop, before it had been sold. She supposed that, other than the music factor, that was why she liked it so much. It reminded her of...home.

She shuffled inside the room, inhaling the wonderful cent of the instruments around her. It smelled just like the shop always did when she was younger. A small, reminiscent smile graced her lips as she went around, her fingertips lightly grazing the keys of a piano in the corner of the room. Yeah, this felt good. She liked it alot.

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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase wasn't sure why they decided to go to the choir room. It was kind of the place they always tended to go when they were bored or missing music. Anything involving music was their sanctuary. The Choir room was basically Brent's home now. So they decided to go visit it. Chase missed playing the drums anyways. So there they were, walking hand in hand into the choir room. Chase didn't expect to see someone by the piano.

He squeezed Brent's hand automatically and smiled at the girl. He recognized her as a hufflepuff. He wasn't sure what year. Older definitely. "Hey. Do you play?" Chase asked in his normal friendly manner. Not going with the traditional introduction route. She would know who they were obviously. Chase wasn't sure her name exactly... surely Brent would have her in class though. Maybe Chase did as well? He actually wasn't too positive.

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[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

Brent had forgotten his love-hate relationship with Hogwarts. And he was mostly remembering all of the things he hated there now. Like the stairs, the ghosts, the portraits that wouldn't fucking shut up, the work he had to actually get on with, the other professors, the students. He was ranting to himself in his own head, which was what Brent often found himself doing when he got to the stage of tiredness that made him even grumpier than usual and hate things a lot more. It was really his own fault for being tired though; if he didn't procrastinate so much then he wouldn't end up having to stay up so late trying to get stuff done. He was still refusing to drink coffee as well. It was just... ew. Nobody but Chase needed to know about that bottle of Firewhiskey or three he had hidden under his desk instead.

Trying to act like he hadn't just had a massive inward rant with himself, Brent forced himself to concentrate on Chase and the fact that they'd reached the choir room already without him even noticing. Wow, how long had Brent been talking to himself for?

It surprised him to see a girl in there already, playing his piano. Even if it technically wasn't Brent's... he didn't give a damn. He was about to say something when Chase spoke instead, being his usual nice self. Which was too nice, in Brent's opinion. And Brent couldn't be too nice, he had his reputation to live up to, didn't he? He couldn't even remember who this girl was, he thought he recognised her a little but he'd never been good at remembering faces. Or names. Or anything, really. He just settled for aiming a menacing glare right at her.

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[Venice Willows]

Venice nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the door click open. The sound echoed a little bit through the room. Or was she exaggerating that because she was so surprised? She didn't really know. It just...surprised her a bit. It was a little sudden, and a little loud in the otherwise quiet room. Oh, gosh, what if she wasn't supposed to be here right now? Would she get into trouble? She hoped not.

Two men walked into the room, one of whom she recognised as the Care of Magical Creatures professor. Well, she took that class, so Mr Jackson was quite a familiar teacher to her. She wasn't surprised that he didn't really seem to recognise her, though. Unless she was in one of her moods and skipping class, she was normally just the quiet one who sat at the back of the room and did as she was asked. What would he be doing here, though? She hadn't known that he liked music.

Oh. That was the reason. She knew the other teacher, Mr Mckinney. He took her Defence against the Dark Arts class. Not one of Venice's favourite classes; the name just sounded so grim. And Venice didn't really do grim. Not to mention that Mr Mckinney...well...he was a bit of an ass. Well, okay, one could figure that much out by the way he was just stood there glaring at her. Well. Okay. From that, she kind of gathered that she'd done something wrong in some way. Maybe she really wasn't supposed to be here.

She swallowed, and looked at the wooden floorboards. On hearing Mr Jackson speak, she peered up a little bit, and nodded slightly. "Yeah, I do," she said quietly, fiddling with a small lock of her fiery hair. "I'm not...I mean, I wasn't...uh...I'm not...great at it or anything, just...know a little bit." She looked back at the floor, just feeling Mr Mckinney's steely gaze bore into her skin. Yeah. Okay. Rep. Got it. Don't tick him off too much, Venice, she thought to herself. She didn't want to get into trouble with Mr Mckinney; it didn't really bode well. Even if it was Mr Mckinney.

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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase gave Brent's hand a gentle squeeze when he didn't say anything. No doubt he would probably be mad about something. It was obvious in the glare he was supporting toward the young girl. She didn't deserve the glare. Chase wondered why he was mad. It wasn't like she wasn't allowed to be here or anything. It was a free choir room that students were able to use.

"Don't mind him. He's just grumpy most of the time." Chase teased his husband, but held his hand tight. "I'm sure you're good. Don't think so lowly of yourself. We just came to mess around with music or whatever too. We both play something. Well... he plays more than one thing, but specifics aren't important. I just think he likes to show off."

[/b] Chase laughed and looked at Brent with a smile. Chase started to remember the girl. He vaguely thought she was in one of his classes but he didn't really think she showed up a lot. Chase might be one of those teachers that didn't entirely care. Even if he was a head of house and deputy headmaster.

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