Who: Asteria and Draco When: Sunday Night Where: Asteria's Apartment What: Trying to compose a new piece, but it isn't working out very well Rating: NC-17 Status: Complete
She had spent the better part of the day sitting at her piano, her fingers moving over the familiar keys and her good mood left over from the previous night slowly disappearing. Normally she could flow through creating a piece of music with ease. Tonight on the other hand, felt like she was trying to work her way through a swimming pool of quickly drying cement.
The level of noise increased in the apartment as she pressed harder on the keys. When the door opened, the sound was lost in the ringing of the notes. She remained completely unaware that she was no longer alone. When her fingers hit a wrong note once again, the level of her frustration rose to a new high. With a frustrated sigh she slammed the cover down over the keys with a loud band and rested her elbows on top of it, her forehead resting on her palms. For once she simply couldn't find any pleasure in music and she didn't like it one bit.