Post by livanov on Nov 25, 2008 3:29:27 GMT -5
The day, as each before it, was a taxing one. It wasn’t enough that she was unable to reach the highest graces of each of her professors in her short time at the school, but she had yet to engage in friendly conversation with a single person. The latter was less her own fault as it seemed Hogwarts was filled with less than desirable witches and wizards. It was as if just about anybody was allowed to attend so long as they could wave about a stick and say an incantation, regardless of whether they produced the appropriate response. Her parents would have been better off sending her into the Russian Circus.
Lana, having spent most of the morning getting lectured for stunning a first year, had gathered up quite the appetite and went in search of the Great Hall. For a room of its size, she was having difficulty navigating the castle. So when she found herself in front of two large, oak doors she had assumed that it was the location she sought. Unfortunately for her stomach, it was the ball room. She let out a heavy sigh and stepped into the empty room, admiring the architecture. Her eyes floated over the carved wood to the crystal chandeliers and then down to a stage upon which a grand piano centered. It had been hastily covered by its previous performer, something that did not sit well with the Ivanov. Ignoring her hunger, she hastily made her way over to the piano to cover it. As she slide the cover over the piano, her finger hit a key. The sound bounced off the walls and filled the entire ballroom, overwhelming Lana with a great appreciation for the instrument.
“One song wouldn’t hurt...” she reassured herself, though secretly knowing it would not end with one song if she sat down. After all, if she missed lunch then she could always pay a visit to the kitchens. It wasn’t too difficult to find one’s way to them so long as you knew where you were going. Although, Lana evidently did not seem to have her bearings within the castle walls just yet. Still, she tossed the cover off of the piano and took a seat on the stool.
She took a breath and placed her fingers upon the ivory keys, her right foot gently laid upon the middle pedal without placing any weight on it. Her eyes closed so she could rely solely on her sense of hearing. It was a song she played often and one she could play without flaw. It was one of her favorite songs to perform in all the various ways of performance: dancing, playing, singing... It was not long before the sound of music once again filled the hall and crept out the open door into the corridor.
What first started off as a gentle progression of notes overpowering her quiet humming turned into a fast-paced pounding of the keys, though soft enough as to not damage the piano. “We’ve been seeing what you want, got us cornered right now. Fallen asleep from our vanity might cost us our lives. I hear they’re getting closer, their howls are sending chills down my spine, and time is running out now. They’re coming down the hills from behind. When we start killing it’s all coming down right now. From the nightmare we’ve created, I wanted to be awakened somehow.”
The song continued at that intensity for almost a minute, Lana completely lost in the music and forgetting where she was entirely. Then the intensity died down during a break in the vocals, slowing the same gentleness that the beginning of the song had exhibited. Her voice had changed as well, gone from a lyrical shouting to an angelic tone. “The sun is rising... the screams have gone... too many have fallen... few still stand tall. Is this the ending of what we’ve done wrong? Will we remember what we’ve done wrong?”
Even though it was not the end of the song, Lana allowed her fingers to slide slowly off the keys and into her lap. The last note still resonated throughout the room. The truth was that Lana did not see anything wrong with the song, or rather the idea of killing. There were those who needed elimination, the world should attain complete purity through whatever means necessary since muggle-borns and muggle-lovers would not accept their place beneath those of pureblood heritage. Their foolishness warranted their death. In the end, many will have fallen and the few, elite will stand tall. Or so her mother had taught her, and so she believed.
Lana, having spent most of the morning getting lectured for stunning a first year, had gathered up quite the appetite and went in search of the Great Hall. For a room of its size, she was having difficulty navigating the castle. So when she found herself in front of two large, oak doors she had assumed that it was the location she sought. Unfortunately for her stomach, it was the ball room. She let out a heavy sigh and stepped into the empty room, admiring the architecture. Her eyes floated over the carved wood to the crystal chandeliers and then down to a stage upon which a grand piano centered. It had been hastily covered by its previous performer, something that did not sit well with the Ivanov. Ignoring her hunger, she hastily made her way over to the piano to cover it. As she slide the cover over the piano, her finger hit a key. The sound bounced off the walls and filled the entire ballroom, overwhelming Lana with a great appreciation for the instrument.
“One song wouldn’t hurt...” she reassured herself, though secretly knowing it would not end with one song if she sat down. After all, if she missed lunch then she could always pay a visit to the kitchens. It wasn’t too difficult to find one’s way to them so long as you knew where you were going. Although, Lana evidently did not seem to have her bearings within the castle walls just yet. Still, she tossed the cover off of the piano and took a seat on the stool.
She took a breath and placed her fingers upon the ivory keys, her right foot gently laid upon the middle pedal without placing any weight on it. Her eyes closed so she could rely solely on her sense of hearing. It was a song she played often and one she could play without flaw. It was one of her favorite songs to perform in all the various ways of performance: dancing, playing, singing... It was not long before the sound of music once again filled the hall and crept out the open door into the corridor.
What first started off as a gentle progression of notes overpowering her quiet humming turned into a fast-paced pounding of the keys, though soft enough as to not damage the piano. “We’ve been seeing what you want, got us cornered right now. Fallen asleep from our vanity might cost us our lives. I hear they’re getting closer, their howls are sending chills down my spine, and time is running out now. They’re coming down the hills from behind. When we start killing it’s all coming down right now. From the nightmare we’ve created, I wanted to be awakened somehow.”
The song continued at that intensity for almost a minute, Lana completely lost in the music and forgetting where she was entirely. Then the intensity died down during a break in the vocals, slowing the same gentleness that the beginning of the song had exhibited. Her voice had changed as well, gone from a lyrical shouting to an angelic tone. “The sun is rising... the screams have gone... too many have fallen... few still stand tall. Is this the ending of what we’ve done wrong? Will we remember what we’ve done wrong?”
Even though it was not the end of the song, Lana allowed her fingers to slide slowly off the keys and into her lap. The last note still resonated throughout the room. The truth was that Lana did not see anything wrong with the song, or rather the idea of killing. There were those who needed elimination, the world should attain complete purity through whatever means necessary since muggle-borns and muggle-lovers would not accept their place beneath those of pureblood heritage. Their foolishness warranted their death. In the end, many will have fallen and the few, elite will stand tall. Or so her mother had taught her, and so she believed.