Post by youngyaxley on Oct 5, 2011 13:25:32 GMT -5
Joanne Eleonora Yaxley always had been an early bird.
The morning was her favourite time of the day. She usually went
to bed rather early, and raised just as early the next morning, a
habit that often drove her siblings mad, since she never succeeded
in sitting still in the morning. Usually, this is how it goes...
Not today though. By some weird twist of nature, Jo couldn't
sleep. She'd been up for quite some time now, for she had raised
-as usually- at 6am and it was almost midnight now. Tossing and
turning in her bed, Jo finally gave in and raised. It was quiet in her
dorm, and it actually made her think of how the dorm was like
in the early mornings. Everyone was sleeping, only the soft
breathing and sighs from her dorm-mates broke the silence.
The biggest difference was the light though; in the mornings,
a soft, yellowish orange light would pass through the curtains,
shining upon the beds. The light may not be real (they were
underneath the lake, so there was no way the sun could be
shining here) but it was still overwhelmingly beautiful.
Silently, Jo stood up and walked towards the door of her dorms.
She was a bit at lost as to what she felt like doing, so she just
wandered around the corridors, letting her feet lead her wherever
they wanted to. She didn't really reflected on the fact that she
could be caught out of bed, but kept on walking and walking,
until she came to a stop on the fourth flour. She walked inside
a room, briefly brushing her fingers across the door when she
entered. Still half in a daze, she sat down on the only piece of
sitting furniture she noticed inside of the room. A piano stool.
Only then she realised where her feet had led her to. The choir
room. She opened the lid of the piano, and brushed her fingers
over the keys. Tentatively, she stroke one. The sound of the
piano broke the silence, and echoed through the room eerily.
It had something though... Joanne had always liked music.
She adored singing, playing the guitar or the piano...
Before she knew it, her fingers continued to strike the keys,
and a melody formed at her hands. She started to hum along,
then sing out loud.
Il nous faut du temps
Des insomnies
Des engueulades
Des retrouvailles
À la bougie
Il nous faut du vent
Un peu de pluie
De longues balades
Et pas de bruit
Non pas de bruit
She had learned French when she was a little girl, because
it belonged in the 'Pureblood-education' policy her parents
tried to uphold. She never enjoyed the classes, as she disliked
to learn, but the language had been stuck in her had anyway.
She enjoyed the soft, 'douce' sounds of the French language;
in her eyes, French was the perfect language to sing in, certainly
in the middle of the night. Closing her eyes, she blocked out all
thoughts and just let her mind drift away on the music, singing
the words.
Tags?! Open
Credits?! Text Graphic: Olivia from Caution2.0
Song: Elisa Tovati & Tom Dice; Il nous faut.
Words?!519
Notes?!Finished! Anyone joining? ^^