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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 28, 2007 6:40:20 GMT -5
At the end, Stevie just did a bit of improvising, that still sounded good. He frowned slightly.
"I don't know that one..." At the end of the song, Stevie picked right up on another, new song. More specifically, Message In A Bottle by The Police. Stevie just hoped he'd know the opening bit, and not have to know the words. Stevie wasn't a good singer, and didn't memorize the words. He only memorized how to play the guitar bit. He didn't mess up, if anything once and a minor mistake.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 28, 2007 11:02:34 GMT -5
Aesir played along with Stevie for a good while, giving him pointers every so often that proved somewhat useful. He was much more relaxed at playing guitar and teaching stuff to Stevie than he let up in class; he was actually kinda fun, cracking jokes and jamming with Stevie as though they were old friends. Soon enough, Aesir pulled his bass off his shoulder and placed it down on the rack beside the amp; the strap was starting to hurt from the weight.
He smiled at Stevie. "Thanks, Stevie. I really appreciate ye comin' here, not that ye had much of a choice." he said chuckling, scratching his head. "I hope this weren't too borin' for ye, I wouldn't mind havin' ye over for 'detention' more often. But unfortunately, that's it fer me today. Can't play much music with a cramped up hand, now can I?"
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Nov 28, 2007 15:26:18 GMT -5
He shrugged.
" No problem! And I hate that." Stevie was, of course, mentioning the cramped up hand. He normally played his guitar all day if he was sick, occasionally moving from place to place, outside, inside... But besides that, he didn't do much.
"I wouldn't mind COMING here more often." He said, with another shrug. He liked his 'detention'.
"Well, I guess I'll be off... Bye!" He got up, gave a polite smile to Aesir, and headed towards the door, guitar in hand.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 28, 2007 18:04:01 GMT -5
Aesir smiled.
Semester wasn't starting off so bad after all.
"Later Stevie Wonder! Keep it alive out there!" he said as the boy walked out of the room, smiling.
That was nice. Glad to find someone else who appreciates some of the classics.
Aesir walked over to the door to remove the sign.
Might as well start cleanin' up this mess, MacLeod. Yer a professor now, gotta look respectable.
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 28, 2007 22:19:04 GMT -5
Zea wandered around the corridors, having heard some faint music off in the distance. As (good) music was a relatively rare occurrence at Hogwarts, she decided to investigate the source of the noise.
As she came nearer, she heard a very distinct - and loud - voice singing.
She came upon Aesir's door just as the song was finishing, and she heard talking from within.
Hmm. Wonder what he's up to...?
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 28, 2007 22:25:26 GMT -5
The door opened, Stevie, the first year Gryffindor walking out the door with his acoustic guitar in hand. Aesir leaned out to pluck the sign from his door, only to find himself staring at Zea.
Hello, hello. Took the twins out for a walk today, huh Zea?
Aesir smiled slyly, expertly running a hand through his windswept hair. He flashed a charming smile towards Zea, leaning on the doorframe with one arm.
"Afternoon, Miss Winters. How might I be of service. Need a ride?"
Somehow, the question sounded almost...hopeful.
There was a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 28, 2007 22:32:04 GMT -5
Zea raised an eyebrow at him. She was dressed in blue jeans and hiking boots, with a button down blue flannel shirt, and her typical brown fedora. She placed her hand on one hip.
"Well, Professor MacLeod, I was just investigating the source of that rather loud noise. I must say, your voice is rather impressive. And carries all the way to the Library corridor." She sputtered. She appeared flustered for a moment, then regained her composure.
"...wait a minute, why would I need a ride? We're indoors..."
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 28, 2007 22:38:25 GMT -5
Aesir leaned away from the doorframe, tilting his headsideways, scratching his chin, rolling his eyes in thought. "Well, I hope I didn't bother anyone too much with my singing. S'pose I should keep it down a notch. I was just jammin' with me buddy Stevie, and so I guess I might have gotten carried away. Been a while since I played with someone who knew what they were doing."
Aesir grinned.
Ah, couldn't resist the Siren's call, is it?
His hand moved to the sign on the door and stopped before he touched it. "I thought ye might have needed a lift somehwere on me broom, is all. Not many reasons elsewise professor's come talk to me. Especially one as attractive as yerself." he said innocently, looking up to her as though he were simply talking about weather.
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 28, 2007 22:44:23 GMT -5
Zea's eyes followed the movement of his hand, and she read the sign.
Oh, my...
She appeared to ignore the compliment, but her cheeks flushed.
"Well, the only place I'm going is back to my office..." she peered over his shoulder at the messy room.
"I'd suggest tea, but I don't know if you could find any in your office."
She grinned at him.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 28, 2007 22:53:42 GMT -5
Aesir's hand quickly plucked the sign in between his thumb and forefinger, and swiftly tossed over his shoulder into the room as he stood back up, grinning.
"That sounds like a lovely idea, Zea. I'd love some tea." he said, closing the door behind him as he stepped into the hallway. There was a click as the door locked.
"So, where's this office of yours?" he said, as he stepped in a little closer, his head slightly cocked to the side.
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 28, 2007 22:58:16 GMT -5
"Ravenclaw Tower. So, exactly that way."
She pointed to her left.
[[We'll continue this in my office. I will begin Ze Post.]]
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