ave maria (open)

Ilvermorny students generally preferred to socialise or attend social clubs after classes, and Beauxbatons was very similar, except a lot of the social clubs revolved around study over there. Torsten was a fairly quiet person who preferred his own solace over the company of others, and he was just more used to engaging in activities that centred around academic progress rather than just chatting the hours away.

Since he came to Ilvermorny for his fifth year, Torsten went straight to the practice rooms after classes and spent a few hours at the piano, either playing or composing music when the mood struck him. As his mood was rather sour lately, he wasn't in the right mood for composing, so he stuck with the classical songs he loved and had played for years, ever since he was a child. Ave Maria was one of those pieces he enjoyed hearing and playing time and time again, so he was tickling the keys in a smooth, fluid motion that seemed almost effortless. It was soothing him somewhat, at least.

Avery was walking the halls of the school with a flask of vodka to her lips. She didn't care if she got in trouble, she never did. Something had caught her ear and she wanted to find the source. Piano music flowed through her brain until she happened upon the music room. Duh, that should have been obvious. She stepped inside and leaned against the frame of the door, taking another sip from her flask, "You're a bit stiff."

@Torsten Everhart

Upon being interrupted, the tune soon faded out and his shoulders heaved. He hated being interrupted when he was playing, more than anything else. Although it was a tune he could play blindfolded, just the mere presence of another was enough to make the music lose its feeling. He looked over his shoulder, his mouth taut and lips firm. There was some messy girl drinking from a flask that he supposed contained alcohol. Disgusting.

"That's no concern of yours," he said sourly, "I don't like being interrupted. So get out."

@Avery Cartwright

"I don't like rude douche bags but here you are." She said holding up the flask then drinking from it, "I don't wanna get out." In fact, she did the opposite. She stepped further into the room and jumped up on top of the piano, sitting on the edge of it, "You gotta relax. Let the music flow out of ya. Or you look like some tortured gorilla playing it for bananas."

@Torsten Everhart

Torsten closed his eyes irritably. He was used to being called similar things by now.

"This is a private practice room, I booked it for two hours. There's absolutely no reason why you should--"

Then she did the unthinkable. Treating the Bösendorfer grand like it was some beaten workbench in a Potions classroom, she leapt up onto it and he heard the protest of the piano: vibrating sullenly back at her. He promptly stood up from the chair.

"What do you think you're doing?! Get off of there at once! It's an expensive instrument not a parking bench for your fat arse!"

@Avery Cartwright

Avery looked at him with a snarky smirk on her face, "Oh wow. I didn't know you had the room reserved I am SO sorry." Her voice dropped with sarcasm that she could almost taste it. She was a bit insulted by his next statement, "I'm not fat. I'm far from it. And you could say please. It wouldn't kill you." She slipped her flask again, "Maybe if you were nice you'd have some friends."

@Torsten Everhart

Glaring angrily at her, he strode over to where she was, picked her up by her waist and put her back down on the floor. Of course she wasn't fat - she hardly weighed fifty kilos, but where grand pianos were concerned he couldn't stand seeing the ill treatment of them. The ignorance of these people.

"Don't get back on any of these pianos again, do you hear me?"

He pressed the warning further by pointing his finger at her.

"If you want to guzzle back vodka in the middle of the afternoon and make a complete fool of yourself, do it away from these instruments. There's plenty of other places for you to be revolting."

@Avery Cartwright

Alastar was heading up to the Starlight Study after checking out a few books in the library, but he couldn't help but take a brief detour after hearing such beautiful music from the halls. As he made his way towards the source, the sound ceased, but he still wanted to pay his compliments to whoever was playing it.

Walking into the room, he smiled widely at the two that were in there and waved. "Howdy. y'all! Ain't that a wonderful, soulful tune?"

@Torsten Everhart @Avery Cartwright

Avery squealed in objection when he lifted her off the piano, "What the hell?" Suddenly, her feet were back on the floor and she had a frown on her face, "Do you always just manhandle women against their will? I didn't give you permission to touch me." She was drunk and now she was drunk and angry. When he pointed a finger at her she laughed "Oh yeah? You mean don't get on this piano?" She asked before hopping right back up on it with a cackle, "You think I'm really going to listen to you? And Im not revolting." She was going to say more when someone else walked in, "It was alright. But he was stiff."

@Torsten Everhart @Alastar Picquery