allhailhaleigh (allhailhaleigh) wrote in renascentyears, @ 2008-08-05 14:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | *week-015 |
Characters; Haleigh Harper and Mischa Mitchell
Date/Time; Tuesday Evening, after dinner
Where; Room by the Astronomy Tower
Warnings; None so far
Status; Incomplete
He's got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shards
They're the kind that will talk
through a wheezing of coughs.
And I hear him every night
In every pore
And every time it just makes me warm
This was not celebratory music. It wasn't happy joyous music. But it was just what Haleigh needed. The slow and steady buildup on the song, the way the lead singer crooned the first lines, teasing, the words sliding over themselves. Haleigh loved the way it felt to sing along. She felt it, almost like a tiny explosion in the pit of her stomach and she felt the build up, singing along, helpless against it, "Every time it just makes me warm" She screamed out, feeling in her belly. "Freeze without an answer, free from all the shame," her eyes were closed, mouth wide, and arms drumming along furiously with the beat. Then suddenly, crooning again. "Must I hide? 'Cause I'll never, never sleep alone." She loved the up and down of the song, the sudden switches between screaming and singing. "And I hear it every night, on every street, the scales that do slither deliver me from--" She crashed the symbols on her invisible drum set, eyes shut tight, and vaguely thought that she must look a fool, hair flying, screaming lyrics to a nonsensical muggle song and playing the air drums. She found she didn't really care that much.
Seeing Slytherin come out on top was a pretty nice occasion for Haleigh. Despite what changes had occurred since the defeat of the Dark Lord, She still occasionally felt the additional pressure placed on Slytherin. Not often, but sometimes she felt more keenly the fact that her house had not always been one of the ones people wanted to be sorted into. "Tough for them though," she mused, a smile playing on her lips, "Because we are the house of awesome." The song ended, and Haleigh opened her eyes, breathing hard and noticing that the duvet she'd been sitting on was now crumpled. Must have been thrashing around a bit more than I thought She noted. It was times like this that it was good to have a secret room. Her face was flushed and her hair in disarray and all she wanted to do was rock out a little more, play a little more air guitar, air drums,--just an air band. She crawled over to the record player and set out to do just that. In a matter of minutes, new lyrics floated through the air, "Please die, Ana" The singer begged, "For as long as you're here we're not..." Haleigh began singing along softly, sprawled out on the duvet. She sometimes wished she could find someone who loved muggle music as much as she did, but the closest thing she could find was James Potter, and she'd rather scoop her own eyeballs out with rusty spoons than ask his opinion on music. She sighed softly, resigned, and sang alongside Daniel Johns.