Seamus sat down to his violin. Being Irish, this was his outlet. He may not be able to bring home excellent grades, but he was the best violinist in the orchestra back at home.
Rosining his bow, he remembered fondly of his first violin. It was a warm honey color, beautiful for just a beginner. He'd grown out of it, like clothing. But now that he was at a full size violin, he was looking for his own. But violins, like wands, had to spark a fire inside of you before it worked.
Currently, he was trying some work arranged by B. Hanson. He wasn't the best in the industry, but his works were interesting, to say the least.
~.~
Hermione was walking down the hall. She'd always fit the 'smart kid' persona: good grades, weird style, penchants for oddities. One such love was baroque music. The feeling of kindness, of angst, of love, all molded into one piece; that was true brilliance. She'd once tried her hand at the piano, but either it hated her, or she hated it, or both, most likely both. She wanted to try a violin, but they weren't as common as pianos; only masters owned violins at her age.
~.~
The first piece Seamus began was a country version of "Blue Christmas". It was harder than normal pieces, with some very intricate double-stops, but he longed for the challenge.
~.~
Hermione continued walking, startled by the sudden notes. Could it be, no... a violin?
She started to run, only stopping at corridors to figure out where the majestic sound was coming from.
~.~
'This is too easy!' Seamus thought as he warmed up to the piece. He'd briefly glanced at the score, yet the notes were sliding off the strings. He was so captivated by the piece, called hard by so many, but was so extremely easy, he never noticed the door open. He only stopped when someone called his name.
"Seamus?"
He turned and squinted. He normally kept his room dark, but the light from the hall was glaring. The figure in the doorway took another step inside the room, and he finally saw it was Hermione. Immediately, he hid the violin. In Hermione's presence, it felt heavy and childish, not the worldly instrument it truly was.
~.~
Hermione was hurt to see Seamus hide his violin. She'd searched for so long, but the pot at the end of the rainbow was hidden from her sight. Choosing her words carefully, she asked "Why did you hide it? It was beautiful."
"Really? You think so? It's not the greatest, still a rental, but..."
"But you made it beautiful. Where's it from, Seamus?"
He gasped. No one cared; this violin had sealed so many fates that everyone simply thought of it as an entity, not a piece of wood. "Czechoslovakia. By Josef Birnt. He made my last two, also. It is beautiful, isn't it."
"Yes," Hermione breathed. "May... may I... touch it?"
Seamus thought. For a moment, Hermione feared he'd say no; after all, it was his instrument. But he was merely sizing her up.
~.~
'Would it be ok?' he asked himself. 'Can I trust her?' He glanced her Hermione again. "Yes," he finally decided. Her face shined as he sat her down and handed her the beauty.
"Now, hold your left arm out like this... That's right. The chin rest should lie there." Hermione grinned at the fact she was holding her dream. "Now here's the bow." Seamus said, pressing a long stick with horse hair attached to it into her right hand. It was more than a stick, just like a whip is more than a whip to a lion tamer. This 'stick' held the power to create long, fluid melodies like the baroque music Hermione loved so much. Seamus played with her fingers until they were in the exact place they were meant to be. Then, help her place the bow on the strings with the right amount of pressure, Seamus let her explore.
~.~
The sense of mastering a potion was nothing compared to pulling her first bow stroke on a violin, Hermione thought.
~.~
Never before had Seamus see someone adapt so quickly. Hermione was natural holding the instrument. Her fingers rarely stumbled at her first attempts of music. He knew she wa playing music; if one listened hard, he could hear the beginning of Pachabel's 'Canon'. Not wanting to stop her, he let Hermione continue until he could wait no longer.
"Herm," he began quietly. "Would you like me to teach you to play?"
"Really?" Her dark eyes shined like midnight stars. The violin was now placed protectively in her lap, her fingers skirting the velvety finish.
"Yes, on one condition. You'll help me with my classes."
Hermione smiled to herself. This was too easy to decide. "Yes, Seamus. It's a deal."
~.~
This is kinda loosely based on 'Draco's cousin'. I play the violin; the one described is actually my own, as are the feelings of both musicians. Writing and music are my two outlets. Even as an adult, I hope to continue playing my violin.
It was fun developing Seamus. I like him like this, and I think I'll keep him. Please r/r; any musician's reviews to assure me I'm not the only one who feels this way would be great!
~~Dagan
Rosining his bow, he remembered fondly of his first violin. It was a warm honey color, beautiful for just a beginner. He'd grown out of it, like clothing. But now that he was at a full size violin, he was looking for his own. But violins, like wands, had to spark a fire inside of you before it worked.
Currently, he was trying some work arranged by B. Hanson. He wasn't the best in the industry, but his works were interesting, to say the least.
~.~
Hermione was walking down the hall. She'd always fit the 'smart kid' persona: good grades, weird style, penchants for oddities. One such love was baroque music. The feeling of kindness, of angst, of love, all molded into one piece; that was true brilliance. She'd once tried her hand at the piano, but either it hated her, or she hated it, or both, most likely both. She wanted to try a violin, but they weren't as common as pianos; only masters owned violins at her age.
~.~
The first piece Seamus began was a country version of "Blue Christmas". It was harder than normal pieces, with some very intricate double-stops, but he longed for the challenge.
~.~
Hermione continued walking, startled by the sudden notes. Could it be, no... a violin?
She started to run, only stopping at corridors to figure out where the majestic sound was coming from.
~.~
'This is too easy!' Seamus thought as he warmed up to the piece. He'd briefly glanced at the score, yet the notes were sliding off the strings. He was so captivated by the piece, called hard by so many, but was so extremely easy, he never noticed the door open. He only stopped when someone called his name.
"Seamus?"
He turned and squinted. He normally kept his room dark, but the light from the hall was glaring. The figure in the doorway took another step inside the room, and he finally saw it was Hermione. Immediately, he hid the violin. In Hermione's presence, it felt heavy and childish, not the worldly instrument it truly was.
~.~
Hermione was hurt to see Seamus hide his violin. She'd searched for so long, but the pot at the end of the rainbow was hidden from her sight. Choosing her words carefully, she asked "Why did you hide it? It was beautiful."
"Really? You think so? It's not the greatest, still a rental, but..."
"But you made it beautiful. Where's it from, Seamus?"
He gasped. No one cared; this violin had sealed so many fates that everyone simply thought of it as an entity, not a piece of wood. "Czechoslovakia. By Josef Birnt. He made my last two, also. It is beautiful, isn't it."
"Yes," Hermione breathed. "May... may I... touch it?"
Seamus thought. For a moment, Hermione feared he'd say no; after all, it was his instrument. But he was merely sizing her up.
~.~
'Would it be ok?' he asked himself. 'Can I trust her?' He glanced her Hermione again. "Yes," he finally decided. Her face shined as he sat her down and handed her the beauty.
"Now, hold your left arm out like this... That's right. The chin rest should lie there." Hermione grinned at the fact she was holding her dream. "Now here's the bow." Seamus said, pressing a long stick with horse hair attached to it into her right hand. It was more than a stick, just like a whip is more than a whip to a lion tamer. This 'stick' held the power to create long, fluid melodies like the baroque music Hermione loved so much. Seamus played with her fingers until they were in the exact place they were meant to be. Then, help her place the bow on the strings with the right amount of pressure, Seamus let her explore.
~.~
The sense of mastering a potion was nothing compared to pulling her first bow stroke on a violin, Hermione thought.
~.~
Never before had Seamus see someone adapt so quickly. Hermione was natural holding the instrument. Her fingers rarely stumbled at her first attempts of music. He knew she wa playing music; if one listened hard, he could hear the beginning of Pachabel's 'Canon'. Not wanting to stop her, he let Hermione continue until he could wait no longer.
"Herm," he began quietly. "Would you like me to teach you to play?"
"Really?" Her dark eyes shined like midnight stars. The violin was now placed protectively in her lap, her fingers skirting the velvety finish.
"Yes, on one condition. You'll help me with my classes."
Hermione smiled to herself. This was too easy to decide. "Yes, Seamus. It's a deal."
~.~
This is kinda loosely based on 'Draco's cousin'. I play the violin; the one described is actually my own, as are the feelings of both musicians. Writing and music are my two outlets. Even as an adult, I hope to continue playing my violin.
It was fun developing Seamus. I like him like this, and I think I'll keep him. Please r/r; any musician's reviews to assure me I'm not the only one who feels this way would be great!
~~Dagan