3. Moonlight Sonata
Title: Moonlight Sonata
Fandom(s): Harry Potter
Canon/fanon: Fanon
Prompt: Sick
Character/Pairing: Melina Pettigrew / Sirius Black
Rating: PG
Word Count: 812
Summary: She began playing, letting each note tell its own story
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Ahahaha, I'm on a roll today! XD Warning; this is disgustingly... well, disgusting. In the Sue way, I mean. It's overly pretty. D'x Also, I notice she's ALWAYS walking away from Sirius at the end of a chapter. XD WTF. Any characters from the Harry Potter series belong to Bloomsbury and J. K. Rowling, not me. Melina, however, does belong to me.
Moonlight Sonata
This is absolutely ridiculous, Melina fumed, snuggling under the covers to try and get warm. For all the uses of magic, there's no cure for the common cold? She had drawn the curtains around her bed and put a silencing charm on them so that her coughing didn't disturb anyone. Unfortunately, her coughing kept herself awake. It was a good thing they had just finished the week since she would need to get plenty of bed rest in order to recover as quickly as possible; she was getting pretty tired of the constant lack of sleep that she had to deal with. Perhaps she could finally get to play the piano in the common room; it may not help her sleep but it'll distract her, at least.
Grabbing her journal, she deftly avoided the obstacles strewn over the floor and made her way outside the room, suppressing the urges to cough or sneeze. Once she got to the thankfully empty common room she allowed herself to clear her throat, then put a silencing charm on the common room so that people wouldn't be disturbed by her piano playing; no matter how beautifully she played, people still needed their sleep.
Oblivious to the person loitering in the shadows by the door to the boys' rooms, she sat at the beautiful Baby Grand, customised in red and gold with a modernised version of the Gryffindor crest - that she had actually designed and sent to Dumbledore by owl - on the back. She hesitated for a moment, suddenly doubting her own ability. It had been a very long time since she had been able to play, since their own piano was destroyed when Peter let a bludger loose in the house. She grimaced at the memory.
Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she rested her fingers onto the cold keys and waited for the right moment: when inspiration would come to her; when the moon was in the right position to cast it's ghostly light on her; when she could feel that the time had come. She began playing, letting each note tell its own story, letting them all merge together into a plethora of wondrous music that floated around the common room but went no further. The sound was almost enchanting as her cold became forgotten, pushed aside by the need to keep playing, to put her soul into this performance as she does whenever she plays the piano. It had been too long.
She was so lost in her own musical world that she didn't notice Black making his way down the stairs and into the common room, spellbound by the beautiful music that Melina was creating. He had never heard anything as wonderful in his life.
After a few minutes she began singing, the words flowing from her mouth as if it were as natural as breathing. Each lyric resonated in Black's heart as he could only stand and watch her at the piano as she played with such serenity and sang with her voice. He could only think to compare hers to that of an angel, and even then he felt it wasn't enough.
When the song finally came to it's close, Black began clapping. Apparently this was a mistake, because Melina whirled around, face flushed with embarrassment at having been seen. She sent him a venomous glare. "How long have you been there?"
"Long enough to realise you're..." he struggled to find the words that he had been thinking of earlier. "You're good."
"Oh, of course," she snarled, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You'll probably tell the others and have another laugh at my expense, right?"
Sirius couldn't blame her hostility; he had been pretty rotten to her in previous years. "No. No, I really mean it."
"Forgive me if I don't believe you, Black." She just about spat his name out. "You've been nothing but dreadful to me for the past three years, trying to make my life as miserable as possible." Trying to ignore the tears threatening to fall from her deep blue eyes, she grabbed the journal from the piano as she stood and took down the silencing charm on the common room. Lowering her voice to a dangerous whisper, she continued. "I know your game, Black. I know it and it won't work."
She pushed past the dumbstruck Black and rushed towards the stairs, wiping at the stray tears that had fallen. Stopping at the foot of the stairs she cast one final glare back at him. "Tell them. See if I care. You all have your laughs at my expense like you always have done."
So yet again, she ran back to her room and cried herself to sleep, tears falling from beautiful eyes filled with such hurt and pain. Yet again she left Sirius behind to watch her back as she left.
Fandom(s): Harry Potter
Canon/fanon: Fanon
Prompt: Sick
Character/Pairing: Melina Pettigrew / Sirius Black
Rating: PG
Word Count: 812
Summary: She began playing, letting each note tell its own story
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Ahahaha, I'm on a roll today! XD Warning; this is disgustingly... well, disgusting. In the Sue way, I mean. It's overly pretty. D'x Also, I notice she's ALWAYS walking away from Sirius at the end of a chapter. XD WTF. Any characters from the Harry Potter series belong to Bloomsbury and J. K. Rowling, not me. Melina, however, does belong to me.
Moonlight Sonata
This is absolutely ridiculous, Melina fumed, snuggling under the covers to try and get warm. For all the uses of magic, there's no cure for the common cold? She had drawn the curtains around her bed and put a silencing charm on them so that her coughing didn't disturb anyone. Unfortunately, her coughing kept herself awake. It was a good thing they had just finished the week since she would need to get plenty of bed rest in order to recover as quickly as possible; she was getting pretty tired of the constant lack of sleep that she had to deal with. Perhaps she could finally get to play the piano in the common room; it may not help her sleep but it'll distract her, at least.
Grabbing her journal, she deftly avoided the obstacles strewn over the floor and made her way outside the room, suppressing the urges to cough or sneeze. Once she got to the thankfully empty common room she allowed herself to clear her throat, then put a silencing charm on the common room so that people wouldn't be disturbed by her piano playing; no matter how beautifully she played, people still needed their sleep.
Oblivious to the person loitering in the shadows by the door to the boys' rooms, she sat at the beautiful Baby Grand, customised in red and gold with a modernised version of the Gryffindor crest - that she had actually designed and sent to Dumbledore by owl - on the back. She hesitated for a moment, suddenly doubting her own ability. It had been a very long time since she had been able to play, since their own piano was destroyed when Peter let a bludger loose in the house. She grimaced at the memory.
Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she rested her fingers onto the cold keys and waited for the right moment: when inspiration would come to her; when the moon was in the right position to cast it's ghostly light on her; when she could feel that the time had come. She began playing, letting each note tell its own story, letting them all merge together into a plethora of wondrous music that floated around the common room but went no further. The sound was almost enchanting as her cold became forgotten, pushed aside by the need to keep playing, to put her soul into this performance as she does whenever she plays the piano. It had been too long.
She was so lost in her own musical world that she didn't notice Black making his way down the stairs and into the common room, spellbound by the beautiful music that Melina was creating. He had never heard anything as wonderful in his life.
After a few minutes she began singing, the words flowing from her mouth as if it were as natural as breathing. Each lyric resonated in Black's heart as he could only stand and watch her at the piano as she played with such serenity and sang with her voice. He could only think to compare hers to that of an angel, and even then he felt it wasn't enough.
When the song finally came to it's close, Black began clapping. Apparently this was a mistake, because Melina whirled around, face flushed with embarrassment at having been seen. She sent him a venomous glare. "How long have you been there?"
"Long enough to realise you're..." he struggled to find the words that he had been thinking of earlier. "You're good."
"Oh, of course," she snarled, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You'll probably tell the others and have another laugh at my expense, right?"
Sirius couldn't blame her hostility; he had been pretty rotten to her in previous years. "No. No, I really mean it."
"Forgive me if I don't believe you, Black." She just about spat his name out. "You've been nothing but dreadful to me for the past three years, trying to make my life as miserable as possible." Trying to ignore the tears threatening to fall from her deep blue eyes, she grabbed the journal from the piano as she stood and took down the silencing charm on the common room. Lowering her voice to a dangerous whisper, she continued. "I know your game, Black. I know it and it won't work."
She pushed past the dumbstruck Black and rushed towards the stairs, wiping at the stray tears that had fallen. Stopping at the foot of the stairs she cast one final glare back at him. "Tell them. See if I care. You all have your laughs at my expense like you always have done."
So yet again, she ran back to her room and cried herself to sleep, tears falling from beautiful eyes filled with such hurt and pain. Yet again she left Sirius behind to watch her back as she left.