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 A string, I can replace, Brydon
Kala Faraji
 Posted: Jun 10 2017, 08:01 PM
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Kala closed her eyes, long tapered fingers curled around the bow and poised above the strings, playing air for brief moments before lowering and sliding across the strings. Legs opened to accommodate the instrument, fingers resting at first position as she took a deep breath and shifted. The string vibrated a note into the air, A3, followed by D3, G2 and then C2 as the lowest string. Sound waves rippled through the air and hummed against her skin, causing the small hairs along her arm, fine and nearly invisible to rise as sensation perforated and plucked at the nerves and sinew of her body. The room’s acoustics bounced back in an auditory attack, each sound richer than the last. Pausing only momentarily Kala turned the peg and played G2 once more until she was satisfied with the sound; one that had been engraved within the confines of her long-lasting memory and surfaced only when the scent and feel of the cello beneath her fingers, grazing the inside of her thighs like a lover’s caress could be felt.

It was a private moment for the pureblood and very few would ever see Kala with her hair pulled into a messy bun, the curls tracing as fingers would over her bowed head and the back of her neck. Shoulders bare to the breath of air in the room, no imperfection found upon her softly tanned skin. Yet there was that strange stillness about her, with her fingers sprawled out to encompass string and distance in order to make her instrument sing of words she had long forbidden herself. The staff of her home knew better than to disturb her, for these were her moments of penance and sadness; when Kala allowed all that she had lost to intrude upon her thoughts and daily life once more. At Hogwarts things were different and any moment stolen in the music room was precious if not short-lived. Someone was bound to come in at some point.

It had started as a quiet note. The silence in the room was tangible and the movement was a slow sweep from one end of the bow to the other. Kala felt the vibration press against the tips of her fingers on the string, rippling outwards and rattling her bones. The darkness of the space in which muscles accompanied sinew and nerve vibrated with pleasure. Her entire skin tingled with the sensation, and bones rattled with their tumultuous assault. Physically there was nothing wrong with Kala, she was as together as one could be, but inside her body was raging. Softly, then louder the sound grew coming from a deep place.

Water sparkled off the walls, air bubbles drifted upwards from the dark abyss hiding the beginning of the world and planets moved in their natural orbit. There was a sense of anxiety, of abundant curiosity as the world began to fill with light, and yet the water remained steady, reflecting the depth of the ocean and keeping its darkest secrets buried under the sand of the ocean floor. The coral reefs were the silent sentinels, unmoving guards for all of time. They could crumble and break, volcanoes could erupt and yet their roots would remain firm and their arms would stretch out spindly and poisonous with the fishes they cloaked themselves with.

She remembered that day like it was yesterday, full of laughter at the beach with him by her side. The name of a wizard whose face she would remember for always not one she allowed herself to remember. Kala tightened her grip upon the bow and the sound caused the note to sing louder yet deeper, pulling the ache kept deeply hidden in her heart from consuming her by letting the festering wound breathe before she’d cover it again. A hole in her chest, not devoid but filled to the brim and spilling, stretching and yawning as its barbed ink-fingers spread and corroded her veins. It had stopped bleeding quite some time ago, but the pain had never quite found a way to subside and leave her system altogether.

As the memory consumed she recalled what had taken them to the beach that day, it was the walks that had helped Kala expel trace amounts of energy and it was the only time they could truly be alone away from the gossip and prying eyes. In the daytime they could avoid advances of certain purebloods and lose themselves in a world that had never stood a chance. It had never been their destiny. That day had been no different, they had found themselves strolling along the beach as the sun began to grow dimmer, her feet digging into the sand. His fingers were warm and rough just as the feeling of his palm against her own.

“What would you do if you were unbound?” he asked.

“It would depend on the terms, what do I have to pay or give up to be granted this?” she countered, smiling as she squeezed his hand. This had been a question he had posed many times and each time her answer had been different. They both knew she could not make her blood impure anymore than he could remove the stain from his.

“What would you give up?” he insisted, bending his head down to bring his lips against her own. His words and gestures always sent her emotions haywire, the beating of her heart took on the life of a hummingbird, seeking to escape its cage. Forcing itself to palpitate or die if it ever stopped.

She never did get to answer that question.

The string snapped and Kala’s eyes snapped open following suit. A sharp stinging on the inside of her arm as it had lacerated the superficial layers of her skin caught her attention. The lioness chuckled darkly under her breath and set the bow down in order to pull the sleeve she'd rolled up down and pressed it against the small trickle of blood. Things had not been going according to plan as of late in the lioness’ life, this just seemed like one more thing to add to their downward course. The cello slid onto its back as she set it down and her fingers moved along the string, following it all the way up to the peg. Slowly Kala begun to twist it, loosening it unnecessarily simply to be able to change it. The bow rested on the chair where the lioness had previously sat. The sound of the door opening paused her working hands, her entire body freezing.


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It was a beautiful summer day outside, so Bry had grabbed his broom and headed outside, where he had flown around lazily for a couple of hours, enjoying the freedom that the wind rushing through his hair provided. The young man had ended up playing a pick up game with some younger students - they had been happy to have the chaser join them. Now, his chocolate eyes danced with joy as he moved up the steps to the castle. The wind was still whistling softly in his ears, his footsteps echoing across the stone floor that was the entrance way of the castle. Inside the walls it was a lot easier for the young man to breathe - it was really quite warm out. The sun was in full swing for June and the lion was not looking forward to the full days of blasted heat.

His eyes wandered, there was music coming from somewhere off of the entrance way, that reminded him of the Cello that both of his friends played. Although the lion had no musical talent himself, hours of listening to both Athelstan and Kala told him that it was this instrument - he had listened to them often enough. Shrugging to himself, the young man carried his broom into the great hall and grabbed some biscuits that were there, still displayed for the students in order to take for lunch. His white shirt had spots on it from the heat that had created sweat, but he was drying now. The lion didn't bother to sit; he wasn't going to stay for a full meal, just wanted the snack to tide him over. The young man would eat a better dinner, later on in the day to make up for the fact that the lion was pretty much skipping lunch.

There were few students in the great hall and once more as the young man stood there, Brydon swore that he heard the sound of the cello distantly. His eyes wandered again, stuffing the last of the biscuit in his mouth. Chewing as the lion left the great hall once more, brown eyes looked towards the dance hall door. It made sense in a way, that the person playing the cello had closed the door for privacy and was playing in there; it was sort of a music room. Still, the thought that it could be either of his friends guided his footsteps across the entrance hall, echoing softly. His fingers wiped crumbs onto his jeans, swallowing as his free hand wrapped around the door handle and gently opened the door, inviting himself in.

Out of sheer luck, the young man had been right that it was one of his friends playing in the dance hall. A smile brightened the lion's features as he saw her; only diminishing when the young man realized that she was hurt or something, the way that his housemate was holding her arm. Setting his broom against the wall, brown eyes turned to her and he came over to sit with her, kissing her forehead gently in greeting, "Did that bow get the best of you, Kala?" It would not be the first time that one of his friends had gotten hurt by their instrument, after all.

Giving her a wink, Bry flopped down on the floor, laid down on his back and put his arms behind his head. Tilting his head so that he could still see her, he shot her another lazy grin, unaware of the fact that the lioness might've wanted to be alone. "I'm not sure I've seen you since you were a beaut in black and gold at the ball, love. What fun have you gotten yourself into since?"

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Ease raced through her body just as blood flowed through her veins at the appearance of Brydon. Kala’s stiff posture relaxed and her mouth even quirked into a smile when he strut in and placed a kiss to her forehead before proceeding to sprawl out on the floor. His jab at her wound didn’t even bother her because she knew he meant nothing by it but she appreciated his teasing tone. Out of all of her friends Brydon could probably be counted on not being the sharpest tool in the shed. It was not a bad thing that he didn’t pick up on things right away or she would have a lot of explaining to do for her behavior lately. More often than not it took him a little bit to catch on, but when he did his attentiveness made up for his lack of foresight. Not to say that Brydon wasn’t smart or even conscientious, it just took him longer to get there. He tended to be the type to worry about things later and go with the flow in the now.

This was one of the many things Kala loved about Brydon. Nudging the larger boy with her knee she chuckled and continued to unwind the string, ignoring the stinging push and pull of her skin brushing against the cloth of her sweater. It had stopped bleeding but had clung to the material. Thankfully it wasn’t something the lioness had to worry about. Scars were the least of her worries and this one would fade into nothingness eventually, just as everything else that hurt often did. Already that memory she’d locked away had started to drift back into obscurity in the wake of Brydon’s arrival. Kala’s eyes drifted from her work towards the broom propped against the wall and she glanced over her shoulder at Brydon, answering his first question to give her time to mull over an answer for the second. “The strings always have the last word. I must have tightened it too much when I tuned it last time.”

Pulling her wand from the pocket of her jeans, she swished and flicked it in the direction of the cello’s case. “Accio G String.” A cursory glance at Brydon, a smirk curving those lips of hers as she expected him to make some kind of crude joke about her word choice. The nature of their friendship wasn’t complex, Brydon provided the warmth and sensations she craved and offered more than just physicality while Kala allowed almost everything in their relationship and even supported his friend. At first it had been mutually beneficial for the two to become physically involved, but even that had evolved beyond their physical needs to emotional ones. Eventually – she’d forgotten when and how, exactly- Stan had become an integral part of their lives.

Catching the packaged string between her fingers, Kala set back to work coiling the string around the peg and stretching the rest of it out over the bridge to twine it over the lower pegs. Her work was natural and careful as she took care of one of the few beloved things in her life while Brydon remained sprawled on the cold stone floor. “I wouldn’t necessarily say what I have been getting into has been any fun…” she replied, her tone smooth and cool as a wintry breeze. “There’s just been some family matters that I’ve had to tend to.” Kala’s words were carefully construed as she didn’t want to make him feel like he was intruding on something that wasn’t his business. If she could have told him, she would have. The only thing stopping Kala from outright telling Brydon about the horrifying strawberry pancake brunch with the Munns was how it would affect his friendship with Stan. She did not want to come out the victim of their circumstances, and though she doubted he might see it that way; she didn’t want to be the wedge between them. Not anymore than she already felt sometimes.

Abandoning the Cello after finishing replacing the string she stretched out beside him. Were it any other place, at any other point in time she might have laid on top of him to absorb the heat of his body. Listen to the beating of his heart and nap to the rhythm of his breathing, but in the dance hall with the music still ringing in her ears and the secrets crowding in her chest; Kala couldn’t bring herself to use Brydon like that. Opting instead to stare at the ceiling, “speaking of the ball. You looked dashing in red. What were you doing there with the Chevalier girl, Brydon? You know she’s trouble.”

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When it came to the lion wanting to live in the present, there were reasons for it that he hadn't even fully told his closest friends about. There had been a couple that had known in the past about the pain and the suffering that the young man had gone through, but Kieran, Wyatt, Sky, and Lydia were something of the past. His here and now included Kala and Athelstan, two people that he could call his closest friends. This was easier to focus on why others might have disappeared or faded away, not to mention the fact that his childhood had not been full of bright sunshine in any shape or form that it might've been if he was not in the household of Jim Wilkins. These were things that the young man did not want to discuss or thing about, instead living from day to day of what fun he could have, the most the lion ever looked towards the future was thinking about what career he might one day choose - and even this was a rarity for Brydon Wilkins.

The young man folded his arm under his head as he turned slightly to his side, watching the young woman with her bow. Instruments were not something that the young man pretended to understand, instead spending hours on the practice field with Quidditch hoops rather than in the music room the way that his two friends had in order to learn their cello. Of course there were somethings that he had picked up over the years, like the fact that the thing that one used to play the instrument was really called a bow or that notes had alphabet letters. These were pieces that Brydon had learned by having two friends that played music - especially considering the fact that they played the same one, it helped him. A smile curled on his lips and the lion winked again at his friend as she mentioned the G string. He would let it go for the moment, because the more that his brown eyes were watching her, the more it seemed that his friend actually was distressed. Maybe the instrument had hurt her more than he had originally thought.

Shifting as she came to lay with him, Brydon's arm wrapped around her and drew her into his side, fingers playing with the tips of her curly hair as his eyes went to the ceiling, his other arm still a cushion for his head. Brydon was not going to pry into family business; it was certainly pretty well known that his own father was in Azkaban, serving a term that came from something that was whispered about to have been trying to hurt his own son. The lion chose to ignore the rumors surrounding him, nor did many students probably read the newspaper in the end, but these were not things that mattered. Tilting his head, his lips found her forehead again, kissing gently. There weren't words needed for this moment of comfort and something within the young man told him that Kala didn't really want to talk. After all, he had joined her in the dance hall, not the other way around.

Fingers played lazily in her hair, his nose tickled by the smell of her sweet shampoo, before his gaze turned back to the ceiling that was high above their heads, the cool stone touching his back where his shirt had ridden up in the back, but Bry made no move to change his position. Shrugging, he replied, "She's okay. We've been paired up for dances and such before. Besides, it was good to see that you and Stanman could have fun together." It wasn't exactly as if the three of them could go together, was it? Nothing like the rumors and scandals that would cause for all of their families, even if the Wilkins was the least of his worries.

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