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Tweak says, "Put frogs on the list!"

Quirinus Quirrell (double_q) wrote,
@ 2008-05-04 19:22:00

Current mood:

hopeful

Music And Moonlight And Feeling Are One
Q looked around his new living room and decided to move the table. He wasn't trying for a nine-foot concert grand, but it had been a long time since he'd transfigured anything and it was best not to take any chances. He moved a plant stand under the window and took out his wand. He snapped his fingers and placed a pillow from the sofa in front of it. He took out his wand and held his breath. He closed his eyes and waved his wand. Almost afraid, he opened his eyes. A huge grin almost split his face. A piano now stood in front of his living room window! And there was a piano bench! Nervously he approached the instrument. He ran his hands over the smooth wood, relishing the feel of it. He pulled out the bench and sat down. He hit a couple of keys, testing for tune and tone. It sounded good and Q sighed with relief. He flexed his fingers. "Please don't let this be something I've forgotten," he begged silently. Tentatively at first, then with growing confidence, he began to play.

He closed his eyes and moved his head as the beautiful, familiar notes sounded.

When he was done, he laughed out loud. A few mistakes sure, but not too bad for someone who hadn't played in sixteen years! He patted the piano fondly.

Many many thanks to allonm for the video!

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	alexkrycek 2008-05-05 03:34 am UTC (link)
	Town gossip so he'd walked up to the estate from the beach, avoided the main house and stood outside the door, somewhat hesitant, wanting to knock, then not knowing if he should, and dropped his hand as music began to filter out. He walks around to the house to one of the windows and peers inside, watches him. I know there is still the other one, but I couldn't resist. (Reply to this) (Thread)

double_q
2008-05-05 08:09 am UTC (link)

Still grinning hugely, Q doodles around on the piano, playing Chopsticks raucously with only two fingers, then, making his face comically stern, he pounds the opening chords to Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, listening happily as the notes fade away.

"You sounds really good!" he tells the piano.

His face grows distant and he starts to play again, singing this time.

I can't light no more of your darkness
All my pictures seem to fade to black and white
I'm growing tired and time stands still before me
Frozen here on the ladder of my life

Too late to save myself from falling
I took a chance and changed your way of life
But you misread my meaning when I met you
Closed the door and left me blinded by the light

Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me

He stops abruptly and looks around. "You're imagining things," he tells himself and finishes the song.

I can't find, oh the right romantic line
But see me once and see the way I feel
Don't discard me just because you think I mean you harm
But these cuts I have they need love to help them heal

Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me

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alexkrycek
2008-05-05 08:38 am UTC (link)

He grins at the what looks like a fun piece hammered out and then booming chords of Beethoven, is it, or something that could come close. He peers through the window, sees only the back hunched over the piano, fingers on the keys. There's still faint scaring underneath the tufts of hair growing back and his expression falls a little, remembering what the other went through.

He stares out towards the sea as Q launches into Elton John, swallows the shiver of recognition in the lyrics, then looks back inside, watches him finish the song, just leaning outside the window - eyes a little wide and vulnerable as he listens to the voice. He feels a bit of a predator but doesn't move away even as part of his mind is telling him to cut the nonsense.

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double_q
2008-05-05 11:10 am UTC (link)

Q stares out the window for a long moment. His fingers caress the keys without playing. He sighs, then shakes his head. "Not really very jolly today are you?" He frequently talks to himself. "Play something fun," he orders himself. He thinks for a moment. "Right you are!" he replies, grinning.

In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines

So we sailed up to the sun
Till we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine

We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

Q makes all the little watery, splashing noises that go along with the song.

As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine. AHAH!!

He stops playing and just sings the chorus over, conducting in grand fashion to the window.

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	alexkrycek 2008-05-05 11:19 am UTC (link)
	He grins as he recognizes the song, head leaned against the wooden windowframe as he watches, then chuckles as Q turns to him and doesn't try to hide away. There is no singing along from him, except in his own mind, but- he can't stop grinning. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

double_q
2008-05-06 08:28 am UTC (link)

Q gives a startled yelp when he sees someone out the window. His hands hit the keys with a discordant jangle. He reaches for his wand before he recognises Alex. He grins tentatively back, knowing that Alex heard him singing, and saw him conducting his invisible orchestra, and he flushes. He points to the door, and gets to his feet to let Alex in.

Still not getting comment notifications from Alex. It's a conspiracy I tell you! ;)

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	alexkrycek 2008-05-06 10:33 am UTC (link)
	The wand makes him shrink back a little but then Q is grinning and he jots it down to surprise and feels a little guilt for having snuck up on him like this. He walks to the door, chances a glance to the main house in the distance and waits. I got a notification from this so maybe the spell has lifted now? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	double_q 2008-05-06 04:36 pm UTC (link)
	Q puts his wand on the piano's music rack and hurries to open the door. "Um, hi," he greets Alex, smiling but still embarrassed. "I hope I didn't disturb you." "Please, come on in." He steps out of the way. Me too finally! I hope so! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	alexkrycek 2008-05-06 06:11 pm UTC (link)
	He's a little tongue tied himself as Q opens the door for him. "Hi there," he squeezes out before clearing his throat. "Hope I didn't disturb you," he echoes, gestures, "with the window and- didn't mean to scare you." He looks past Q into the cottage. "Are you su-? Err, I guess, sure." Dog follows on his heals, sniffing Q curiously. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	double_q 2008-05-06 07:03 pm UTC (link)
	"That's all right. I just wasn't expecting anyone to be out there." He waves a hand at the living room. "Sit down?" Q stiffens a bit when Dog sniffs him. "Hello," he greets him. "I didn't know you had a dog." He puts out a tentative hand to pet him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	alexkrycek 2008-05-07 02:10 am UTC (link)
	"Still, sorry." He looks around the cottage curiously. "It's nice?" He notices the slight stiffening. "You are not afraid of, of him, are you?" A little concern in his voice as he watches them. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

double_q
2008-05-07 06:51 am UTC (link)

Q ducks his head. "Thanks. It's a bit plain. I haven't had a chance to do any decorating. A poster or two would do wonders."

"No no!" he reassures Alex hastily. "I've not been around dogs much (at all, he corrects himself silently) and I'm not really sure how to act around them." He strokes Dog's head softly, ready to stop instantly if Dog doesn't like it. "What's his name?"

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	alexkrycek 2008-05-07 08:11 am UTC (link)
	"Movie posters?" he guesses. "Casablance, even?" A little good-natured teasing and he smiles as he looks down at the floor, slightly embarrassed. "Okay, good. Just- be yourself, he's ... probably the most good-natured dog you'll ever meet, well- 'sides maybe the puppies." He grins. Dog nuzzles into the caress. He grins, lips quirked. "It's Dog." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)