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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Nov 23, 2011 19:58:19 GMT
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Post by [Clarice Adkins] on Nov 25, 2011 19:11:37 GMT
Clarice loved to take walks. Then again, who didn't really? It helped, her at least, clear her mind of the events of that day. She especially liked walking by the lake at night. It always looked so beautiful with the moonlight reflecting from it. She didn't know why she needed to walk. Sometimes you just had the feeling that you should. She had a long day at school. And although nothing happened, it still wasn't a good day. So she left all her homework she was supposed to be grading on her desk and went for a walk.
She didn't know where exactly she was going until she found herself walking by the lake. She was about to turn back and walk back to her office to maybe get some work done before she crashed when she heard music playing. Wondering who would be out here this late with a guitar. Slightly hoping it wasn't a student because she didn't want to give out a detention tonight.
Clarice wandered toward the sound. The closer she got the more she realized it was a guitar.
"Doesn't Brent play guitar?" She wondered out loud. She didn't talk to Brent all that much but remembered something about him being a musician. I mean, he is the choir leader as well.
She walked toward the sound more and found that it was indeed Brent. He was leaning against a tree and playing his guitar. It sounded amazing and Clarice kind of wished she could play guitar. That she could make beautiful music like he could. Clarice was never good at anything music though. So she guessed she would just have to settle for being good at Charms.
She didn't know whether or not she should disturb him, so she kind of just waited in the shadows. Listening to the peaceful music being produced from just a person and his guitar. She had never really just listened to someone playing a guitar before. And it was kind of peaceful. Relaxing. Calming.
She decided she was going to turn back quietly and leave Brent alone with his music. When she turned around, however, she stepped on a stick and it made a really loud crack. The music ceased almost immediately.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Nov 25, 2011 21:51:36 GMT
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Post by [Clarice Adkins] on Nov 28, 2011 4:30:30 GMT
Clarice was scared shitless when Brent turned toward her with his was raised. He was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher after all. She was sure he knew his way around the hexes that would probably hurt. Then again. In case it was a student he probably wouldn't just fire off a deadly spell without seeing who it was.
"I'm sorry. I was taking a walk and heard the music. I didn't know if it was a student or not. I tried to turn back before you could notice me, but I stepped on a stick and it was really loud. I'm sorry"
Clarice looked at the ground in shame as she rambled what was going on in her mind. She tended to do that when she was embarrasses or shocked about something. In which case she was both. She was going to stop and tell him she was going to go when her mind told her otherwise.
"What were you playing? It was really beautiful."
She didn't know if she had the right to ask that, but she did anyways. Clarice always had a way of shoving her own foot in her mouth without even meaning to do it. So, she stood there, awkwardly. With a shy smile on her lips... Trying not to make it extremely awkward for him in return. She had a tendency of doing that often.
Clarice just seemed to be socially awkward at times. Not that she tried or anything. It just sort of happened and she really didn't know how to fix it. So there she was. Hoping to God he wouldn't be mad at asking him about the song he was playing. God she thought too much.....
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Nov 29, 2011 21:14:46 GMT
[/i] Brent thought to himself, trying his best to send a faultless smile back at his fellow Gryffindor. He didn't know Clarice very well at all, and even if he did he wasn't sure if he would share this particular piece of information with her. Most people knew that he was a musician but he didn't want people knowing that he was part of a Muggle band. Yeah, barely nobody knew or remembered who they were and had only ever had one hit song but he didn't want to mix two important parts of his life. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Brent replied vaguely, "Oh, uh, it's just some song I like... But thanks." Brent was flattered that Clarice thought the music was beautiful but still wasn't going to say anything he knew he'd regret. He hoped that she wouldn't see past his lie. Maryn had always told him that he was a terrible liar, though that may purely be because she knew him better than anyone else did. "What are you doing out here in the first place?" Brent asked in a much more confident voice, not wanting to dwell on the previous subject.[/font][/color][/ul]
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Post by [Clarice Adkins] on Dec 5, 2011 14:58:30 GMT
Brent looked very.... skittish. Clarice didn't know how to explain it anymore than that. He looked almost awkward. And he certainly was stuttering enough. She felt like he was almost lying to her. But then again, why would he have a reason to lie? Unless he was hiding something... No that couldn't be it. Perhaps he was just shy about what he was playing and didn't want to indulge in what it was or why he was playing it. It was hardly any of Clarice's business. She barely knew the man. She shouldn't have asked in the first place. She knew it wasn't her right to ask.
Still, she couldn't help but wonder why he was lying. Was it a huge secret that maybe even the headmaster didn't know? Stupid gossiping brain! Stop it! It's not your business! Get that through your thick skull! Clarice felt foolish just standing there in front of him, having a mental fight with herself. Was she going mental?
"Well, it was nice. I really liked the tone of the song. And the melody was perfect for the guitar. It made it sound so peaceful and serene."
Clarice even surprised herself with her knowledge of music. She happened to be tone deaf but always loved music none-the-less. It was something she enjoyed in the muggle world. It was something her dad always made sure of. That she knew about the muggle world and everything in it. Him being a muggleborn and all. She even had her own music player and television back at home. Almost like an actual muggle family. Something her husband never really got.
"I was tired of grading papers and decided I would go for a walk. I love walking out by the lake when it's nighttime. The reflection of the moon on the lake is always so beautiful."
As Clarice said this her eyes traveled up to the sky, where the waning crescent was placed, shining down on them both, and whoever else was outside. It was one thing she loved about the moon. That no matter where people were in the world, they were always looking at the same moon. Admiring the same features. It was something she loved to think about. How her and Halen could be so far apart, yet always be looking at the same thing.
[OC: I'm sorry it took so long. I'm not going to try to give an excuse. It was my bad. lol ]
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Dec 5, 2011 20:36:20 GMT
[/i] He ignored the overly sarcastic voice in his head, almost glaring at it but remembering that he wasn't alone and didn't want to appear to be any more foolish that he looked already. What Clarice had said hadn't failed to put a wide smile on Brent's face though. He had written the basics of the song himself with only a minor input from the rest of the band. So, of course, he was proud of it. Brent treated his songs a lot like they were his children which seemed a little odd but was true nonetheless. They all held a special place in his heart and craved his attention. Music was constantly on Brent's mind, every minute of every day. It was what he lived for in all honesty and only a minute group of people truly understood that. Most of which shared the same passion. He found himself agreeing completely with Clarice. It was beautiful outside, especially at this time. Brent had always preferred night to day but loved even more to sit outside and watch when the sun rose or set. "I came out here for a break too..." he murmured, deep in thought. It really was a beautiful sight out here, whether it was day or night. Brent's foot started tapping on the grass, his mind focusing on one of his songs again; When The Day Met The Night. It was one of his all time favourites, he remembered sitting with Odd Virtues You Can't Sweat Out early one morning when the sky was golden and the sun could just be seen on the horizon. Absentmindedly, he hummed the tune quietly, only going through the chorus while he was lost in his own little world before realising what he was doing again. He felt like slapping himself. Be more careful! Just focus on what's actually happening now before you do something even more stupid! Brent began to panic but didn't get too worked up. If Clarice asked, he'd lie again even if he couldn't tell a lie to save his life. It wasn't as if she could force the truth out of him. Brent sighed out loud, his annoyance slowly building, though it was only directed upon himself.[/font][/color][/ul] (OOC: It's fine, Dest! )
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Post by [Clarice Adkins] on Dec 16, 2011 2:04:11 GMT
Brent looked annoyed... Clarice knew she shouldn't have followed the music. She should have been more careful when she turned to walk back. She shouldn't have been stupid enough to step on a stupid stick. The fact was though, she couldn't turn back time and do it over again. So maybe she should just leave Brent alone... let him play his music in peace.
"I"m really sorry.... I shouldn't have disturbed you... I just thought... well. I thought you were some student that I was going to have to scold. I really am sorry, Brent."
Clarice looked down at the ground again. She really was shy. When it came to people she barely talked to she was at least. Everything just seemed to be awkward. With everyone besides her husband she was like that, really. Even when she was teaching she liked to let the kids have hands on time instead of her just in the front of the class talking. It wasn't productive for the students, and she really didn't like doing it. Then again, with charms, it's better with hands on stuff.
"I really am sorry...." Clarice mumbled again before finding herself starring up at the moon again.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Dec 17, 2011 10:34:38 GMT
[/i] he thought. That was probably it, though this was the only 'proper' conversation he'd had with her. Brent really wasn't a 'shy' sort of person, he never had been. The closest he'd ever come to being shy was being either awkward or secretive. Two of the things he was now, in fact. "I guess I shouldn't have even been out here anyway," Brent mumbled, plucking a few of Charlie's strings.[/color][/font][/ul]
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Post by [Clarice Adkins] on Dec 27, 2011 23:19:02 GMT
"No, you have every right to be here. It's not like you're a student out of bed past curfew." Clarice chuckled quietly. She knew she shouldn't be shy or anything, yet she couldn't help it. Brent just seemed like he was upset or angry about something, whether it was her or not didn't matter. It still made her uncomfortable.
She felt like just starring at the moon instead of trying to make awkward conversation with Brent. Unfortunately, it wasn't in her to just ignore someone or make an excuse to leave during a conversation, no matter how awkward or slow-going it was. If shewas going to be in the conversation, then she was going to try to make it interesting.
"So, how are the first years in Defense Against the Dark Arts? They seem pretty inadequate for Charms so far, which isn't good at all." She knew it was a pretty lame topic, but she had nothing else. It was worth a shot.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Dec 28, 2011 13:21:08 GMT
[/b] beats band practise.) He broke out in a grin, "They're absolutely, hilariously rubbish." Brent thought back to when he was teaching first years their first ever Defense Against the Dark Arts class back in September and he was telling them about different forms of magical defense and then asked them if they had any questions once he had finished. They had all stared at him like he had gone mad. Some looked confused whilst others just appeared to be utterly lost. "The clever ones only just understand the simple stuff, the rest just give me funny looks." he laughed, cheered up by the adorably useless first years.[/font][/color][/ul]
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Post by [Clarice Adkins] on Dec 28, 2011 23:01:18 GMT
Clarice couldn't understand why Maryn would think it was a waste of time. It was a talent, and a beautiful talent. It would be pointless to not use talents that were given to us. Clarice loved music, and wouldn't understand not being able to listen to music, or sing like she sometimes liked doing.
She threw her head back to let a roar of laughter erupt when he told her they were complete rubbish. It was exactly what she thought. They couldn't even do simple things, she just hoped it was only in Charms, but apparently not.
"I know! They seem to be rather slow with learning. I mean, sure there are a couple students that seem to have actually picked up a book before they arrived here. But most seem to act like they're muggleborns and know nothing. But really it's the pure bloods and half bloods that seem to know less than the muggleborns!" Clarice laughed some more before continuing. "We spend almost 5 sessions trying to get at least three quarters of the class to be able to levitate a feather! They're behind already!"
Clarice shook her head at her own words as she gave Brent a half smile.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Dec 29, 2011 21:58:26 GMT
[/i] telling me that I have 'dirty blood' and that I don't deserve to be a professor here." Brent stared off into the distance. He really would get his revenge on Draco Malfoy, somehow. "Sorry." he muttered, knowing he was being rude but not really caring.[/color][/font][/ul]
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Post by [Clarice Adkins] on Dec 30, 2011 1:09:01 GMT
Brent's face hardened and his expression become that of hatred. Clarice didn't know if she should be scared or not. She knew that muggleborns were always treated differently. Always treated like they were worse than everyone else in the wizarding world. She hated people that thought like that. That thought they were better than someone else just because of who their parents were.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you or anything. My dad was a muggleborn. He told me all the stuff he had to go through when he went to Hogwarts. It was horrible. He almost hated being a wizard because of it."
Clarice remembered all the times she would ask her father about Hogwarts. All he would ever have to tell about was how he was teased and ridiculed. It sometimes made her afraid to go Hogwarts. Her dad assured her that she wouldn't have to deal with anything like that because she wasn't a muggleborn. It didn't stop the fears though.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that. No one should have to. It's horrible. Every Witch and Wizard is an equal. Blood doesn't matter."
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Dec 30, 2011 10:21:26 GMT
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