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[Hermione was sitting on the bench of a piano in a strangely decoreted room. Most, if not all, of the walls seemed to have giant canvas paintings depicting tall cloaked individuals with elaborate gowns and robes- like something off a magical illustration. The carpet was deep red, the stone walls visible beyond the white and gold held a welcoming ambiance. There was a fireplace at the far end with a crest, a big 'H' carved right into the stone That wasn't right but, it was enough to mark it as what it was pretending to be. It was just like the Gryffindor common room.
Only, not really.
Despite the fact that big sofa that the trio back home always seemed to dwell about before the fireplace was in the right place, the rest of the furniture was different. Where once there had been an array of coffee tables, there was a piano. Where there had been drawers, there were shelves, empty but Hermione recognized them. ]
Like home.
[As cautious as ever that this all might be just some cruel illusion, Hermione had hesitated in so much as stepping inside the room. The place was a strange combination of her family's living room and the Gryffindor common room- what good could come of that? Finally, she decided there couldn't be a problem. She had her wand after all, so she braved opening the box to access the keys on the piano. Another moment of hesitation and she played. A few notes at first as if expecting the piano to blow up before placing both hands on the keys. She was smiling.]
Well, it won't hurt to try, right? Is anyone else having the same problem? A small set of nostalgia?
Only, not really.
Despite the fact that big sofa that the trio back home always seemed to dwell about before the fireplace was in the right place, the rest of the furniture was different. Where once there had been an array of coffee tables, there was a piano. Where there had been drawers, there were shelves, empty but Hermione recognized them. ]
Like home.
[As cautious as ever that this all might be just some cruel illusion, Hermione had hesitated in so much as stepping inside the room. The place was a strange combination of her family's living room and the Gryffindor common room- what good could come of that? Finally, she decided there couldn't be a problem. She had her wand after all, so she braved opening the box to access the keys on the piano. Another moment of hesitation and she played. A few notes at first as if expecting the piano to blow up before placing both hands on the keys. She was smiling.]
Well, it won't hurt to try, right? Is anyone else having the same problem? A small set of nostalgia?