attracted to chaos -- closed.

[Jude Sinclair]

It should have been easier for him to get out and about, but it wasn't. For whatever reason he always had a tendancy to find people no matter what private place he ventured to. It was why he'd come to the common room, at this time of night, with intent to cast a spell so that he couldn't be heard. That of course, had changed when he'd seen Vivenne. He was quiet as she talked, and nearly....nearly smiled when she quickly had to change her wording from hide to get privacy. Well, he hadn't actually thought she'd be hiding, because she just didn't seem the type at all.

But then she was making an offer that interested him. A secret place in the astronomy tower? Perhaps some place where he wouldn't even have to use magic to keep people from bothering him. "I'd like that." He told her, without even needing to consider it. There was a gleam of interest in the gold of his gaze, and there was a smile that tugged at his mouth to further that expression. He'd not expected her to offer to help him find some place private, but that didn't mean he was going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak.

"I might even play for you to show my gratitude..." He told her. Jude din't usually do that but this would a tremendous help. Honestly, anything to have a place where he didn't have to worry about being bothered by this and that. Though somehow he wasn't minding Viv's company. Perhaps he hadn't wanted strict silence either, somewhere beneath it all. Not that he'd actually admit that out loud. It wasn't his nature to.

[Vivenne Cole]

When he told her that he'd like that, Viv smiled. She was kind of sick of the common room anyways, she had been there reading t.s. eliot for several hours. Standing up, her eyes widened when he spoke again. "I might even play for you to show my gratitude..." For some reason, that seemed like it was a huge deal that he was offering to play for her. She smiled demurely, and nodded. "I'd really like that." The girl stretched luxuriously, glad to no longer be sitting still. She sauntered back over to where she was sitting previously and scooped up her shoes. Slipping them on, the pretty girl wandered to the door to the common room. Standing there, the brunette glanced back to Jude and arched a brow. "You coming or what?" It was her nature to be quick, be the first, and she usually was the first. It seemed abnormal to her-- to be waiting for someone. Because she never usually waited up for anyone before.

That thought weighing in her mind, she shrugged with a mischievous smirk on her lips, and headed out the door. There she stood, feeling strange about waiting for someone to catch up with her.

[Jude Sinclair]

A demure smile, a sincere remark. Perhaps she understood that playing was something big for him. Rather than waiting, the moment she'd said she'd really like that, he was moving to his feet. Jude walked to his own beat. He didn't wait for others, and didn't beat around the bush about anything. At the moment, he was taking it that she intended to lead him there now, and he was ready to go. "I'm up..." He shrugged in response to her question, as if that explained everything. And then he began toward the common room door, coincidentally right behind her. Jude was quiet though, with everything that he did, and he wasn't all that surprised when she'd paused to seemingly wait for him. Vivenne didn't seem the type to wait.

"Let's go..." He encouraged, seeming unconcerned about whether they could get caught or not. In truth, it wouldn't have mattered; he was a seventh year prefect, and he'd use that to his advantage. Not that anyone was going to care where they were going anyway. In any case, whenever she decided to show him the way to the secret entrance, he'd follow along with her at a casual and languid pace. Rather curious about where said entrance was the entire way.

There were alot of secrets in this school, and while he knew many on the grounds, he still had yet a great deal to explore. Something he did during the late hours like this, since sleep wasn't such a big deal for him.

[Vivenne Cole]

Viv smiled inwardly. If Jude had been the type to be slow and nearly crawl along-- she probably would have left and not looked back. What bothered her more than someone doing something wrong was someone doing something slowly. Knowing that he was following her, she wandered up the steps that lead to the first floor. A quick right turn thought a tapestry that seemingly covered a brick wall brought them up to the third floor. She walked the hallway, her shoes making nearly silent tapping noises on the floor. Her bright eyes never turned to see if he was still following her until she reached the sixth floor. Letting a mischievous smirk touch her lips, she cast her eyes around-- in case there was anyone around. "I'm going to let you in on this secret. And it is a very well kept secret, mind you." With that, she ducked behind a second tapestry that looked like it covered solid wall. But it didn't. There was a tiny little area that looked like blank wall. Pulling out her hollyhock wand, she tapped it on the low ceiling twice and murmured, "Patefacio specialis." A low rumble, and an open doorway appeared in front of her.

"Almost there..." She whispered to Jude, as she stepped carefully up the first few steps. It leveled off for a time, then began a steep upward climb that lasted about thirteen steps. At the top, there was another section of blank wall. She repeated the spell, adding an aperio to the end. The wall opened to the tower, the destination that she had been heading towards since she left the common room. There was a low bench set up, and her cheeks flushed slightly at the memory of her last time here. But this was a much more noble reason to use this secret place.

The stars shone bright above the dark canvas of a sky, and Viv felt an overwhelming sense of peace. The night sky always did that to her. She took a few paces towards the edge and leaned on the railing, looking up at the sky. "Here it is..." She whispered to the other, almost reverently.

[Jude Sinclair]

He was quiet when he followed her, habitually so and moving with his own brand of grace that assured even his footsteps carried no sound. It was how he always moved, in a long languid sort of stride that carried Jude at his own pace. But he wasn't slow, and he kept up with ease. Normally, he wouldn't have been following period. He wasn't a follower, was in fact far to cynical to be one of any kind.

And even on the quidditch pitch, he tended to do his own thing. That was why he liked the seeker position; it left him free to do his own thing without having to follow the rest of the team. Jude took note of where he was going, his photographic memory picking it up with ease. The spells she used, were took to heart so that at another time he could com back on his own.

But when he emerged out into the open, he let out a breath. The small bench wasn't even acknowledged, nor the slight flush to her cheeks. Rather, he moved on his own to the edge, to gaze out over the railing to the vastness of the night sky. "Ses magnifique..." He muttered in French, quietly because it was directed to himself.Jude loved this time of night, and he was reminded further of that now. In a place, where it was far more peaceful than any other he'd been in, in the school.

His hand dug into his pocket, to withdraw the shrunken violin. In his other hand, his wand was withdrawn; the bloodwood and ebony confection brandished with ease to return his musical instrument back to its usual size. Then his wand was tucked away once more. Jude ran long fingers over the dark violin, reverantly. Preserved with a countless number of spells, it was extremely old and well kept. Finely crafted, beautiful, and his most prized possession.

As if a puppet on strings, he tugged himself to sit where he could lean against the building and sit on the railing. The violin was tugged near, cradled in the vale of chin and neck, while his bow was lifted. He was silent a moment, lashes hiding the bright gold of his gaze with the heavy fall of inky strands. But then he began to play; it began as a soft song. Bach's Chaconne for solo violin was sweet and lilting. Peaceful, with sad undertones, that fit the mood of the place that she'd brought him to. He played through it, seeming to lose himself and forget the world in that moment as the music took him; its own brand of magic.

But then the song took a turn and became something else as he switched songs. It became tempestuous and quick; heated, passionate. The Devil's Trill composed by Tartini was one of the most difficult violin solos in the world. Certainly one of the most technically demanding. Jude loved it. The darkness behind it, the emotion it invoked.Oh, it spoke volumes about his own nature if one cared to pay mind into it. A nature, that if he allowed himself to be lost in the crescendo and decrescendo of note, would escape and make itself known to the world.

This was his own thanks; the most she'd very likely receive for bringing him here. And in truth, it was a rather large one considering he didn't play for people or share his talent in any way, shape, or form.


(note...you can click on the name of the actual songs to hear them)

[Vivenne Cole]

"Ses magnifique..." Viv was hardly listening to him. She was merely enthralled by the starry sky, the lawn already glistening with a hint of morning dew. When he began to play, it drew her bright blue eyes to his form. The instrument that he was holding was beautiful, and she watched him for a time, her mind far away. For some reason, she couldn't stay in the present tonight. It was all about dwelling on sad past things. That was probably the reason why she had needed company. Startled by her obvious lack of control in the situation, she ran her hand over the railing, casting her eyes away from the boy. It had been difficult to tear her gaze away-- there was something so poetic about the violin and the moonlight, with stars dotting the backdrop on such a magnificent inky canvas.

Suddenly the music changed. He was caught up in the movement of the bow, and she almost recognized a change in his demeanor. Shaking her head, she smiled to herself. It was merely the music affecting her, he hadn't changed. He was just playing music for godsakes. Viv had never been one to think of people in such a way. There was nothing about his nature that could be told in the song that he played-- she was simply reading too far into it. But as she continued to listen, her gaze was drawn to him again. He certainly looked different to her. Now he wasn't the clever individual that with time, she might be able to respect. Instead, he was the one that reminded her of her father. He was the one who would obviously outgrow this place of learning and become something great. And she was slightly awed. Not that she'd ever tell him that. No, Viv never showed any genuine respect for people. They ended up letting her down, no matter who they are. Even her father had married a woman such as Lynette...

As for now, when the music faded, so did the words she was planning on saying to him. The girl felt at odds with both herself and the atmosphere. Perhaps it was because the place was so peaceful, and the song that had just been played was hardly peaceful at all. Music tended to affect her on an emotional level, and that had been very emotional music. Silently she watched him, trying figure out the various things that were going through her head at the moment. She ought to offer a compliment, Viv told herself. He certainly deserved one. But for the first time in a while, she was lost for words. So instead, she did something thoughtless. Following the passion and heated tempo of the song, she drew herself to the boy's side. A wicked smile on her lips, she kissed him. Why, you might ask? She wasn't quite sure.

"Can't say I've heard anything quite like that before," she spoke to him while moving away and leaning against the rail again, gazing up at the sky again. "Il était incomparable." Because for all the words she wanted to say, this made the most sense. For it certainly had been incomparable.