Justin Finch-Fletchley (condign) wrote in riddikulus,
@ 2008-04-18 23:29:00

January 10, 1998 - Friday Evening
Characters: Justin Finch-Fletchley & Julianne Dorny
Setting: Ancient Runes Classroom to Hallway. 18:00 (6PM)
Summary: After the Ancient Runes meeting on Jan 10, Julianne and Justin have an awkward chat that leaves her feeling disappointed and him thinking she's a crazy.
Status: Complete!

As the first Ancient Runes Club meeting of 1998 came to an end the members trickled out of the classroom. The meeting had been relatively productive. They'd caught each other up on their individual winter holidays, and even entertained the idea of holding an actual meeting involving the actual club. They discussed club agenda's for the rest of term, future projects, book lists, tutor assignments, and even a few rumoured apprenticeships that Babbling had found for the summer months. There was even brief talk of a fundraiser for an organization that was yet to be picked - detailing was limited but there'd been talk all the same.

It went well to say the least, well Justin thought so. It was a pleasant meeting and it was really nice to see everyone again. Though they didn't exactly do much Ancient Runeing(?) it was a good two hours of fun conversation - and there'd been free sweets and snacks acquired from the kitchens. They got a lot of the planning done for the remainder of the year and in the Hufflepuffs book - collaborative agendas were the best sort.

As Justin did after every meeting he made sure that he was the last to leave. He figured it was his responsibility as head of the club to clean up the classroom when they were done with it. Though the kids that were involved were relatively cleanly it wasn't much of a surprise that a few spare pieces of trash were left behind on a regular basis. He took his time packing his book satchel of things while the others left. Scribbling down notes of last minute tutor changes of a particular fifth year, while saying his farewells to other's who did the same.

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piano
2008-04-26 01:54 am UTC (link)

Defensive judgmental prick. Defensive judgmental prick. Closed off, selective-hearing, negative, snobby - raise your brow again, I be so sure your eyebrow needs the work out - unsympathetic jerk. How come all you did was going with leapin' all over me when all I wanted was to find someone, someone who, just someone who would talk about this and - judge me, go ahead. I've been judged for years. Just the fat girl, that I'd be. All I ever been my whole life was a doormat. All I ever wanted was to be liked, and -

He doesn't know me at all, she realised, trying to console the hurt feelings as she found an empty classroom and transfigured her piano, not bothering to close the door as she quickly sat at it and absently played an arpeggio in A major shifting to A minor and then E minor before transitioning to the Moonlight Sonata within the span of a minute. The song Mozart wrote for his pupil, Giulietta Guicciardi, the one true love of his life - the love he yearned for and never got. The song was full of want, in C-sharp-minor, an odd key, violating every rule of the traditional sonata.

He doesn't know me. And I suppose he never will, she thought, pressing harder against the keys and waiting for the music to sweep over her like the wind. Waiting, waiting.

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