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."