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Megan Jones Samples
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001/2ND WAR We did a practice NEWT in Arithmancy today. I did better than I'd expected. Professor Vector said I aced it, but I didn't really. I struggled a little bit. It wasn't as easy as I thought it was. The questions were all ones I'm pretty sure we've done before, though. I was a little disappointed that it was hard for me. Well, not hard, but not easy. I should have breezed through it if we've done them before. Maybe I'm a little bit distracted today. I couldn't say why, though. Nothing is really bothering me. I'm actually in a good mood. It's nice outside. It's nice inside. People are a little irritable, but it seems like everyone is used to the barrier now.

Mum owled Hestia to send me a note. I wish we could get owls. Mum always sent me new books, new music, and fruit. I love fruit, have I mentioned that? Everyone gets all these sweets and likes to eat candy and cakes and I'm just happy with some apples or grapes. Oh, right, I was talking about Hestia and Mum. Mum's been tutoring some children, children with special needs, I think. She says I'd be incredibly useful if I were home. I think it's silly that she taught me how to sign when I was tiny but can't do it very fluently now and I still can. I don't even use it that often! Anyway, I wrote a letter to her in my journal for Hestia to send. I wish she could use these journals, I actually miss talking to her. At least I've got Hes, though.

[Charmed Private] I had to clean the music room again when I got here. No one bothers with it when I'm not here. It's sad to think that it'll go to waste next year. I think the professors should open it up to students. I bet a lot of them would get a lot of enjoyment out of it. Maybe the older ones could even teach the younger ones. Oh! That reminds me, I think I know what I want to do when I graduate. I've been reading a bit about it, and I think I would be really good at using music to work with children with special needs or who've been in traumatic situations. I love children and I don't really feel nervous about my music around them. I mean, I'm still going to do the librarian thing while I'm studying, but I can't stay a librarian forever. That's just silly.



1st Person Samples
001/ANYTIME Near the middle of her third year, Megan's Mum had come up to the school to talk to her Professors and Dumbledore about giving her a few extra challenges in classes. Somehow the conversation came up about what a talented musician she was. And it was revealed that in an abandoned classroom not far from the Hufflepuff dungeon was what used to be a music classroom. Megan couldn't imagine why they'd stopped teaching music, but she was grateful. She loved music, she just wouldn't want to be forced into a class where she'd be expected to sing and play in front of people. It was nice that she could go and play when she wanted, by herself. It was also pretty convenient that the classroom was close to the Hufflepuff dungeon. So called because Megan was pretty sure that it was always freezing in the Hufflepuff Common Room and dorms. Not to mention it was below ground. She assumed the music classroom had been down there because it was easier to muffle sound in the lower levels of the school.

Either way, she quite enjoyed that she could spend her free hours locked away in the classroom. It had taken about two weeks to get the instruments she played properly tuned. And she had done the cleaning of the classroom herself. She was actually rather surprised no one else came down here. Megan couldn't possibly be the only one who enjoyed music. But it was okay that she was the only one. She set it up the way she wanted it. All the instruments she played were set up around the piano. Mostly they were stringed instruments. The violin. The bass. The chello. But she also had the flute and the xylophone there as well. She wasn't as good at them as she was at the others, but she wasn't terrible at them. She set up the other instruments at the back of the classroom, and every now and again tried to play something she'd never tried before. She was pretty much a natural. But almost no one knew. Megan kept her secrets to herself.

Tucking her music folder under her arm, Megan made her way down the hall that led from her dorm to the Common Room. Everyone seemed rather occupied in their own pursuits after dinner, so she figured she could make a discreet get away. She slipped over to the corner closest to the fireplace, flipping through her books to find her quill and ink. She didn't mind leaving her books in the Common Room, no one bothered them. And she studied better close to the fireplace, because she thought better when she was warm. And she was almost always cold. Tucking her quill into her folder, she wrapped her arms around the folder and held it close to her chest. Heading toward the door, she thought she might have a quiet get away. Until, of course, she heard a familiar voice hollering her name all the way across the common room. And despite her desire to just be alone with her music, she was too sweet to pretend like she hadn't heard. Not to mention with as loud as her name was yelled, it wasn't like anyone would believe her anyway.