Who: Jewllian Montague & open What: Jewllian has a piano and endless free time. Where: an empty classroom somewhere between Slytherin and the great hall. When: Saturday afternoon. Rating: TBD-ish.
There had been one decent thing about the quarantine extending itself to Hogsmeade. The music shop. He had spent the greater deal of his imprisonment in Hogwarts with the pianos furbished to the school by any number of means. How, exactly, Jewllian had never cared -- not even when he was a student. How one came across a piano wasn't of any consequence, just the quality of it was.
The very day the quarantine had been lifted, Jewllian saw fit to gift the school (particularly and empty classroom some hallways off from the Slytherin dormitories) with a small grand piano. It wasn't his piano, but it would do.
That very classroom was where Jewllian had spend the majority of his days since. Just as he had been when he was a student, he had been to the music shop frequently. Not that he needed sheet music to play, particularly, but it was nice to have something to occupy himself with, new music to learn. Even if he was at the whim of the owner's particular taste in what made music "good" and the endless debate between magical composers and muggle.
Jewllian never cared.
This particular afternoon, rather than dig out his small collection of new music, he let his fingers wander across the keyboard on their own. His favourites, things he knew by heart. Liebestraum had been the first sonata he had ever memorized as a child. Like so many things, it was the one he still remembered the best. It was something that he played when he desired the comfort of the honesty of the keys but had no guidance as to what he wanted to hear. He let the music fill the room with it's odd sort of hopefulness that he had never himself understood, but tried so hard to.
Jewllian had always suspected that had shown in the way that he played the song more than he wanted to admit.