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[ambroselm]

The Music Rooms. Sometime in the first week. [ OPEN STARTER ]

The ten most difficult songs to play on a piano. Hungarian Rhapsody N. 2, Liszt. Flight of the Bumblebee, Korsakov. Fantaisie Impromptu, Chopin. Piano Concerto N. 5, Beethoven. Moonlight Sonata (3rd Movement), Beethoven. Revolutionary Etude, Chopin. Etude Op. 25 No. 11 - Winter Wind, Chopin. Piano Concerto No. 21, Mozart. Grande Polonaise Brillante Opus 22, Chopin. "Heroic" Polonaise Opus 53, Chopin. Ambrose went over the songs once, twice, upwards of ten times. Over and over again. Hammering out the difficult details of each one until his head started pounding, and his fingers felt like they were going to fall off. But he had to make a good first impression on his instructors. He had to be the best in his classes. He didn't just think that because he was a perfectionist either. He had to be the best because if he didn't prove he could do this - music - while simultaneously making a career out of doing music he'd be nothing but a joke.

He was too deep in his head that his fingers tripped over the wrong keys, and the palms of his hands followed, flattening into a loud angry dissonant sound. He huffed a deep breath lifting his head and noticing someone else must have come into the room sometime in the past thirty minutes. He really did find it unsurprising that he'd really missed a whole person. "Sorry," Ambrose said. I promise I can do better. "Have you been in here long?"

[ulyflynn]

uly 📲 rina.

Uly: New roomie sitch worked out well for me Uly: You'll never believe who it is

[mackmontgomery]

mack 📲 cherry.

Mack: Good news, I’m in love again😍❤️‍🔥🧎🏼‍♂️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Mack: Bad news

Mack: Actually not bad 🙅🏼‍♂️ just borderline less good bc I’m an optimist now is we’ve never spoken and she either doesn’t know I exist or does and thinks I’m really weird but that’s how all good love stories start

@cherryxkoch

[damianesco]

[ OUTGOING SMS 📲 🩶🩶🩶 ]

DAMIAN: if i committed a crime would it be considered a conflict of interest if you represented me in court?? DAMIAN: hypothetically, of course @graysonheller

[dahliayoung]

CLOSED STARTER for @liamalexanderr WHERE: the street outside of the blue harbor community theater !!

With her bag slung over her shoulder, Dahlia rushed down the street to the front entrance of the theater. She was supposed to open the box office a few hours before a show that evening, she had time, but she didn't want to be late. She turned the corner and stopped in her tracks as she noticed Liam standing just outside. It had been a week or so since she'd last seen him at the diner and while the initial anger at his reappearance had dissipated, it left Dahlia feeling just bit uncertain overall on how to interact with him now. "Liam, hey," she said with a small, hesitant smile. "Fancy meeting you here." Lia fidgeted with the strap of her bag as she glanced at the theater doors and then back at him. There was an awkward pause, as if both of them were trying to figure out what to say or do next. "Um, if you're here for the show, you're a few hours early," she joked in an effort to break the tension.

[theodoranowak]

[ 📱 text ] Sam

THEO: Hi. THEO: Sorry to bother you. You left your pizza pan here the other night. THEO: In case you wanted it back @momentspassd

[rorysanderson]

[ 📱 text ] Jack Lynch

RORY: Hey x RORY: Are u very busy? @jacklynchh

[notdelicatc]

who: @alectocarrowx where: manor gardens when: late morning

It had been a few days since the friends had seen each other. Despite the flow of moving as quick as ever things had felt as though the world had been in a rush to move forward. Perhaps it was due to the days spent hiding away in Venice that the brunette had found the flow to feel extra fast paced. Perhaps there had been other reasons. Emmeline chose not to question it. Instead she'd sent an owl to her friend, feeling slightly bad for vanishing without so much as a goodbye. Honestly, only Rabastan had known, really and in the end the reasons had been bigger than she could have ever anticipated.

When finally the house elf announced the arrival of Alecto, Emmeline had allowed the smallest of smiles to take over her features. There was no need to greet her friend with a look that was as sour and miserable as one might feel on the inside. Either way, no matter the change the witch still very much felt her friend to be important; enough so to put her own issues aside. "I hope you don't mind meeting me in the manor gardens. It seemed like too good a day to waste it inside." And she'd refused to set foot inside the manor ever since returning from her trip. "How've you been?" A few things had changed ever since the wedding. Her conversation with Rabastan still fresh on her mind she couldn't help but feel her smile widen. She was, truly, happy for her friend. - @alectocarrowx

[fcrox]

who: @edgarebones where: ministry of magic when: during lunch break

It was a bizarrely shocking fact to look back at just how much time had passed between finding out about her engagement and the here and now. Somehow Hestia had managed to avoid the whole thing, for the most part simply burying herself in her work. All sadder for it was the fact that her very own fiance was simply down the hall in his own office. So close, yet so far. Had it been selfish of her to hide away, to not face the reality of an agreement made for the two of them when there was, after all, more than just one person involved in the whole thing?

Hestia felt bad, the very moment she realized the path she had been on and thus found herself outside his office door minutes before her lunch break, a basket in hand. The witch knocked, before carefully letting herself in. "I believe I owe you some explanation. That, and some lunch. If you'll have it, that is." The brunette held the basket up, something she had made herself. "I am sorry for the way things have gone and I realize that I was focused a little bit too much on myself." It was an odd situation for the petite witch. Normally she wasn't one to dare venture into selfish territories, yet in this instance she'd almost ran for the hills. Things needed to change. - @edgarebones

[ofwrxth]

+ INES / PINK PARTY

"Don't tell me you're tired already?" Jakob remarks with a sly smile as he notes a yawn from Ines. As if he hadn't just had her in a heaping mess twenty minutes ago. He'd helped clean her up, resulting in an even longer delay for them since Jakob tended to get distracted. Then clothes were put back on and a bit of magic was worked in the room to set things right away. Now, he takes a swig of his beer, leaning against balcony railing with Ines tucked into his side as they overlook the city. The din of music is still ongoing throughout the penthouse, but this small corner of the balcony is quiet enough that he can hear himself think. And, more importantly, he can hear her talk. He nudges her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her cheek before glancing back over the city skyline. "Is it too soon to ask your verdict on the pink party?" He asks with a mischievous look in his eye, "everything you thought it would be?" @rviner

[lcvergrl]

WHERE: the granger-liao household WITH: maude @chrrylpstcks

Seline walks into Maude's room, fully intending to confront them on the letter she'd found while looking through their things a few days ago. She'd been avoiding them for a while, managing successfully to not run into them at the festival... Seline felt a little put out by not being able to run her soup ingredient by Maude this year, but what's done had to be done. She simply did not know how to bring this up — it was awkward.

"Maude," Seline says, her voice pitchy from not knowing what tone to take. She clears her throat. "Um..." Seline stares for a few moments, her throat closing around the planned words, and then decidedly says something else. "Um, what did you put in the soup and why did it make the governor hate us? We're basically cursed now."

[ulyflynn]

uly 📲 madison.

Uly: [Screenshot of story post of flowerfest pic] Uly: What did I specifically fuckin say not to do

[maura-cortes]

maura 📲 cricket

maura: are you home? maura: do you want snacks? maura: and a sleepover 👀

[mackmontgomery]

mack 📲 cricket.

Mack: I yatted Cri-Kee from Mulan on someone yday Mack: Made me think of ya 😆

[jxlter]

@hopeled

how big is this damn city?

she'd been walking for what felt like hours at this point, taking trains and busses and all manner of transportation. at this point she seemed to be in a completely different part of the city, though from the map on her phone it looked like she was the complete opposite direction from where her living quarters were.

i knew i took the wrong train maybe i should have stayed with melusine

a long, drawn out sigh as she's resigned to her fate, about to turn around and head back to the train station before she noticed something, someone, familiar. it was the hair that was a dead giveaway, and a color she knew to recognize instantly. melusine had said master was in this city, but jalter hadn't the slightest idea on how she was going to find her.

must be my lucky day

she almost sprints to the other side of the road, peaking into the window of the cafe to confirm her eyes were not deceiving her. her look of disbelief soon turned to one of joy, and before she could calm herself down to look like her cool and normal self she found herself blurting out loud enough for anyone behind the glass to hear.

' master?! '

[luckylewis]

closed for: @kaede-yamada

"Something about seeing you here feels like it falls under 'what's not illegal but feels illegal'," Lucky jokes as he realises a face in the crowd was actually one that he knew fairly well -- though it was his first time happening to run into him at Oasis.

"I'm just here for the theme, I still prefer The Reef."