anothermalfoy (![]() ![]() @ 2012-07-15 17:43:00 |
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Xavier had always been an earlier riser, but it had only gotten worse since his time in this place had begun. He slept alone, the regular warmth of his wife was missing and the normal pattern of his life had been disrupted. The difference irritated him like nothing else. He was a man of habit and this was nothing similar to what he'd created for himself. He loathed it. He loathed the one behind it. Hell, he loathed half the people in it and there was no escaping. Wherever this place was, there was no leaving it. The best he could hope for was the possible development of a certain lack of interest from their gracious host. Even then there wasn't a guarantee that they would be returned to their homes. For all intent and purposes, he could just let them perish and be done with it.
With those thoughts circling his head, he'd been woken from only a few hours of sleep. Unable to remain in his room, he had dressed and headed out into the halls. If you considered everything in both the Manor and the village outside of it, they had everything they could need, but still it didn't seem real. It was nothing but a cage that had Xavier pacing within the confined limits of both his living arrangements and his sanity. Both of which were threatening to push him past his limits.
Having been there for roughly a week, Xavier had added the vast majority of the Manors layout to his memory. Currently he was using those memories to make his way to the one place in this god forsaken Manor that held any interest for him right then: the music room. Reaching the third floor, he found the room empty, which given the hour didn't surprise him. Whether their were charms on the room to keep the sound in, he didn't care. Wake who it would, he fully intended to use the room to his benefit.
It seemed their host's taste for opulence was not limited to the Manor itself, for the piano sitting in the middle of the room was a thing of polished beauty. He'd never seen a 1839 Pleyel in such good conditions, not even a restored one and this had no markings of restoration. It looked brand new. He didn't have to touch a key to know it would sound just as beautiful as it looked. Unwilling to let it go on merely the assumption, he took a seat and eased into Chopin's Nocturne in E flat. He smiled at the smooth sound of each key ringing a perfectly tuned note. If you had no experience with music it was hard to understand how something so complicated could be the means necessary to let everything go. Xavier, however, had absolutely no allusions to it's effectiveness as he shifted into Chopins Revolutionary Etude, it's faster tempo and darker themes suiting his mood much more as he immersed himself into it and let his mind clear.