Juliet was sick of the cold. She actually pretty much hated it. She shivered as she sat in the common room of the Ravenclaw Tower. Despite being stationed in front of a roaring fire, she was still freezing. Someone people were simply not built to survive in these sorts of climates, and she was convinced she was one of those. Why wasn't Hogwarts located on some tropical island somewhere? Seriously - it'd be much more inviting than the freezing wasteland it seemed to currently inhabit.
She could have been studying, but, she was in a restless sort of mood and instead was working on a new song. She had begun to sketch the notes on a piece of paper laid flat over her knee, humming along mindlessly as she tried to work on the melody. There were other people who were actually studying in the common room, so it was likely her humming might grow annoying, but she honestly didn't even notice she was doing it anymore. It was only a matter of time before someone either questioned her sanity or rudely told her to stop.
Rosalie wouldn't have actually minded spending the Christmas break still at Hogwarts, but try telling that one to her parents - she didn't fancy even trying to have that conversation with them. But she could imagine that it would be peaceful, missing most of the students, and holding none of the stress and frustration that spending time around her family would bring.
The quiet would be nice, unlike the noisy state that the common room was in at the moment. Was it really that hard to study in silence? At least the common room was no longer a large pillow fort - she had not been impressed with that.
And there was someone humming. Wonderful. Looking up from her potions essay, Rosalie's eyes flickered over to Juliet - the culprit of the humming. Though her eyes then drifted to the piece of paper in front of her, eyeing the music notes across it.
Juliet was about mid-hum when she felt a pair of eyes on her. Looking up from her chair, she caught sight of her house and year mate, Rosalie. The two hadn't spoken a ton before, but obviously at least knew each other's names. It was at about this point that she realized she had been humming out loud, and that, outside of the humming, the Common Room was actually pretty quiet. Looking across the room at Rosalie, she smiled apologetically. She hadn't said anything, but Juliet was almost sure she was being annoying.
"I'm sorry." She offered, a phrase just loud enough to pass through the empty air between them. "I'm just trying to get this melody right....something still seems off." She frowned at the paper in front of her, as if it held some big mystery.
One of these days, Rosalie was going to find out how to do a charm that blocked all the noise from around her, so that she could just sit in her own quiet bubble to get things done. Or she was going to create such a charm - though one likely already existed, and she probably wasn't quite at the charms level that she needed to be at for that to happen.
As Juliet spoke about a melody, her eyes flickered back down to the sheet of music in front of her. "Can I have a look?" she questioned, holding out her hand for the piece of paper before she even got the yes or no. She knew music, and she enjoyed music, maybe she'd be able to be a little bit of help here.
Juliet had fully expected her half-baked explanation to be met with a withering glare - or worse - so she was quite surprised when the girl didn't seem quite so displeased. Normally, she'd have run the difficult tune by Gen, but her sister was all the way in the Gryffindor Tower and, frankly, she didn't know if she could deal with Geni's sassiness today. She was enjoying the atmosphere that only this certain tower could bestow. Smiling excitedly, she nodded. "Be my guest." She offered.
She rose from the chair where she had been sitting and approached Rosalie, plopping down on a chair a bit closer to the other girl and handing over the sheet of music. "Mind you, it's still a pretty rough draft." She said nervously. She really didn't ever let anyone besides family look at her music.
Taking the sheet of music when it was handed to her, Rosalie eyed it over. After a quick scan, she did a quiet hum through it, pausing in a couple of places. Yes, there were some things that seemed a little bit off about it. But that could be fixed. "I'd change these couple notes here," she said, putting a circle around them with her finger. "I think they seem to ruin the flow."
She wrote a little bit of music for herself, though more often it was to play. Singing was not something that she did very often - or at least not around other people.
She sat quietly as the other girl examined the sheet, fiddling with the hem of her black shirt. Finally, Rosalie spoke up, and Juliet looked at the bars to which she was indicating. She nodded, suddenly seeing the flaws plain as day. How could she have not noticed this before? "You're right....to go with the key I was thinking, these would have to be sharp..." She nodded, retrieving the paper and then adding the appropriate marks. After a moment, she hummed the new tune to herself, then smiled triumphantly. She shot a grin Rosalie. "Thank you! I didn't know you played music. Or do you write it?" She asked, inviting conversation.
As Juliet mused on how to correct her music, Rosalie just nodded. A sharp key did seem as though it would fix the problem, but she wasn't invested enough to try and give more of a suggestion. "A little bit of both," she said to the question. "I play violin and piano. And write a little bit of music for the both of them."
She was still just learning how to write it, and getting her head around it all, so there was still a far way to go. But she enjoyed it. Rosalie enjoyed creating things, and twisting out the crinkles to make things work. "Do you play anything? Or is it singing?"
Juliet was excited at the prospect of founding another person who may share her interest in music - it was really kind of a rare thing, here at a school where magic reigned. Music often went underappreciated in this world, she felt. She was glad not everyone felt like music needed to be left behind, though. "Oh, I play a little bit of piano in addition to singing. But, mostly, I play the guitar." She explained with a shy, hesitant smile.
"How did you get into music, if you don't mind me asking?" She had gotten into because of her dad's passion for it. She was always curious as to what other motives might push people to this sort of hobby. If she hadn't been born with just as much music as the magic running through in her veins, she didn't know if she'd be playing today.
The piano was a common choice of instrument. It was the first one that Rosalie had started playing, before she had picked up the violin. She didn't really know anyone that knew the guitar however. "I've never tried the guitar," she commented. It felt a bit more casual of an instrument, though the reason for why was harder to point.
"My mother taught me to play when I was little." Her mother would play when they threw parties, or other gatherings. Alongside actually enjoying playing, she had thought that was a good reason to teach the skill to her daughter, to improve her skill set. "What about you?"
Juliet was not surprised to learn that they had the instrument in common. It was often a starting point for many young musicians. While she had certainly started with musical journey with the keyed instrument, she hadn't felt truly at home and connected to an instrument until she had picked up the guitar in her dad's office for the first time. It made her feel connected to him, in a weird way. Like, despite all this distance between them, they still shared something. It was like a piece of home to her.
"I got started because of my dad. His dad was a muggle and he absolutely loved playing all sorts of music." She said, smiling at the memory. "If you ever want to learn guitar, let me know. I usually have mine around, by the way." She said, gesturing towards the instrument which was leaned against the chair she had formerly been occupying.
Her grandfather had been a muggle? Right then. Well that made things trickier didn't it? It wasn't a muggle parent, she wasn't muggleborn, so that was something, at least. Her parents certainly would not have approved of her hanging around with muggleborns. "Ahh," was all she said in acknowledgement of what the other girl had said.
"Thank you for the offer," she said, eyes flickering to the guitar. It probably was not the next instrument that she would want to learn, if she was picking up another. She would like to learn the flute, maybe she'd learn that next.
Juliet wasn't stupid. She recognized the hesitation in some people's voices when she mentioned the muggle parts of her heritage, or how she liked muggle music. She didn't have any bloodisms - she pretty much opened up to anyone who was kind to her in the first place. However, she was aware of how there were students who attended Hogwarts currently whose parents thought of things quite differently, and thus, so did they. It was a shame, she thought, to think of someone solely as the sum of their genetics, but it was something that was still very much an issue in the wizarding world.
"Of course." She said politely, offering a small smile in return. She felt a bit awkward now, and didn't really know what to say, but sensed that maybe the music had been a safer topic. "Do you have a favorite....composer?"
Before she had started at Hogwarts, Rosalie had had almost no interaction with people who had muggle blood in their families. The people that her parents regularly interacted with had no muggle blood in their families - at least those that were invited along to events. Going to Hogwarts had been a little bit of a change there, suddenly there was all sorts of people.
A favourite composer? Rosalie thought about it for a moment, before giving her answer. "What about you?" her eyes flickered to the music sheet that the other girl had been working on. "It is a pity that Hogwarts does not have a music educational aspect."
@juliet idk composers man, probably some fancy classical person
She was pleased to note that the conversation had taken a pleasant turn once again, as the topic of music came around once more. She was a huge music nerd, she'd learned from the best - her dad.
Even though he hadn't known how to be the greatest father, he'd known the ins and outs of music like the back of his hand. He'd had a lot of flaws, but she had loved him for what he had taught her of music. "That's a good one!" She said excitedly to Roaslie's choice of composer. "Personally, I think Bach had the right idea. I mean the man's work with cellos was exquisite. Of course, I'm partial to string instruments." She said, smiling.
At the mention of Hogwarts lacking a proper musical education, Juliet shook her head, a little sadly. "It's such a shame but so true. They take all the time to teach us how to try to see the future or interpret the stars, but none to appreciate simple arts. Maybe they'll change their ways, someday. Until then, I guess we'll have to remain self-taught."