September 23rd, 1895 - Music Classroom

Open to 1-3 students for music tuition on a 2/2 rule

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Gianna stood in front of her students in her brand new professors gown that she had very quickly embellished to suit herself including a few stitches in the back to give her more of a waist. As they prepared their instruments she placed sheet music onto their respective lecterns. It was lo spirito delle streghe by Allegra Cafieri. It was a lighthearted and bouncy number but with a few lines that would help give her an idea what she was working with and hopefully prevent the more talented students feeling unsatisfied.

"Good morning students. I am Signora.. Ms De Pazzi and I am excited to work with you. I have some notes, but I would like to hear for myself. Please introduce introduce yourselves then If you have no questions, please pick a movement of the piece in front of you and begin." she smiled and gestured for them to play. From her accent her heritage was quite apparent. She had a little book on the desk beside her, any students that had been there in previous years would recognise it as a notebook their previous music teacher used, what had they written about them there to pass on the Ms. De Pazzi?

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OOC - if your character actually begins to play something, please add a note how good they are and also in a few words what the teacher's predecessor might have written about them.

  

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Finally! The class Ariel had been waiting for with barely contained excitement. The first-year bounded into the room, her beloved violin in its solid case clutched tightly in both hands. She had practiced for an hour that morning, like she did every morning, diligently running through her finger exercises that she had been taught by her governess and practicing the newest pieces she was attempting to master as well as her old favourites. As her most treasured possession, the instrument received more care and devotion than Triton, her very much alive owl, or even her wand, which she often forgot entirely unless absolutely necessary.

"My name is Ariel Sherington," She confidentially told the class, "I can sing, and my governess taught me the violin and the pianoforte but I'd love to learn other instruments as well." Her introduction finished she looked down at the piece that the teacher had directed they play from. She selected a movement that she knew she could do well in and that would show off her talents to the best of the ability. She finished with a flourish and performed a very theatric bow, returning to her seat to watch the others introduce themselves. Her eyes were bright as she watched the other students and wondered if amongst the other students there would be somebody like her - somebody she could practice with and who might, just might, become a music friend she could share her obsession with.

She had a mental image of her and an unknown form practicing in various locations around Hogwarts, laughing and getting along, and then performing for the school and then - well the future was full of endless possibilities and Ariel loved to dream.

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Alys had come to sing but with the importance of music to their celebration of faith she had been instructed in a few instruments most notably the kinnor, and they had one! Of course they had one, this school had everything and most likely would simply be gifted by the Choir if that were ever found wanting. She looked at the sheet music and the harpist section. Beginning to play she found the music a little tricky to keep up with, having mostly focused on slower and more religious tunes, but she instantly felt the instrument relaxing her and began gently humming along to the tune as she plucked the dark wooden instrument. They came to the end of the piece. She gave Ariel Sherington a little grin when she saw her flourish for attention. It was a grin of both amusement and warm awe.

"You are very talented Miss Sherington." she said to the gryffindor. "I think I might like to sing whilst you play. Would that be ok?" she asked with a distant politeness as their teacher made little notes in her book. Alys began spontaneously plucking at her kinnor in a show repeated tune the at often used to time prayer. She was missing home, she was glad her dreams had come with her, stronger than ever, but she was the centre of her whole world back in Wales, here she... she wasnt used to not having worshippers hanging on her every word.

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Ariel Sherington Gianna De Pazzi

  

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