II) Symphony in C minor
„Can't you just hear it? "
Trembling eyes beneath closed eyelids.
The head.
Moving in staccato.
Then fluently.
Accompanied by his hand.
The sleeves not being able to hide the goose-bumps.
"Oh yes, I know this so-"
"Shhhh…"
Speaking in piano.
Still not missing his target.
Her pouty yet oh so adorable lips closed.
"Listen…
These four notes.
They say this is destiny knocking at your door.
A masterpiece.
His fifth.
C minor.
Pure sensation."
Looking at her wondering eyes.
Whilst touching her bloody gorgeous lips Snape thought to himself: "Too bad a Weasley like you cannot appreciate true arts, Virginia."
