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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘴
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Percy walked towards the creepy figure of the Whomping Willow, using his training he quickly dodged the rampacious branches and slid down the tunnel. He walked inside the dark and dusty Shrieking Shack eyeing the various marks on the wall; claw marks.
He sat down on the dusty and abandoned piano, gently touching the keys. He closed his eyes, playing from sheer muscle memory. Melodious, and mellow music converted the gloomy environment into peaceful heaven.
Percy did not know how long he had been playing, or when he had started crying. He became alert when he felt someone else occupy the creaky bench he was sitting on. He relaxed noting the familiar presence, he breathed in her smell.
He opened his eyes, to see a small smile on Adhara's face; the smile that used to be reserved solely for him. He smiled softly as she joined him, her skilled fingers gently gracing the piano.
The sweet and intense music of Clair De Lune echoed against the empty walls. The two of them communicated in their own way, through music. They poured their stress, frustration, and anger into music. They poured their heart and soul into the music.
