The Whomping Willow (Gene/Mason)

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``Genevieve Slade Burke

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THE SOUND OF ROLLIN' DICE TO ME
is music in the air, although I don't play fair,
IT'S MUCH MORE FUN WITH LIVES ON THE LINE

A lazy day, Genevieve walked to the front lawn and then turned right towards the whomping willow, finding few headed that way and it made for quieter confines then many places on the lawn. The day was overcast, but the sun came out in a few places on and off, enough for her tastes at least. There were some rocks (commonly refereed to as boulders, but she said what she felt like calling them) and she chose one that had a semi flat top on it, though at an angle and tossed her cloak down on it. Putting her bag at one end of it for easy reach, Gene laid herself face down on her cloak and pulled out a book and her sunglasses.

Opening the book (a book from the restricted section she had permission for from a Professor on dissection as it described more details about skin and hair) she laid in front of her, and then pulled her shirt up a bit so she could feel the sun on it when it did come out. With an afterthought, her skin became a bit darker tan then her normal suggesting that everything under the shirt had no tan lines (which it didn't, but she normally had fairly pale skin). Reading the book, chin on her hands in front of her giving her the height she wanted, Gene slowly bent up her legs behind her, enjoying the freedom to do so without a skirt on. Her shorts covered plenty and the wind on her legs felt good indeed.

A smack sound on the next nearest rock made her give the tree a lazy glance and say "Eh, I'm outta reach and you know it. Just deal with it. I'm not messing with you, you're just pissy." She turned back to her book, frustrating the tree which went back to pensiveness before smacking a bird out of the air in annoyance. Why it objected to anything being nearby she didn't know, but the tree definitely had the air of something which hated every living things and quite a few non-living ones too she suspected. Momentarily she looked up again, wondering what the tree had done during the battle of Hogwarts and if anything had been stupid enough to get near it...

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Mason woke up that morning with every intendtion of just sitting out in the lawns and playing his guitar, but everything and everyone had other idea for him. His head of house wanted to talk with him about his lack of ambition to do anything other than play his guitar. His head of house went on about how his father had at least on the Quidditch team of his last year here, and all Mason did was roll his eyes, but told him he would try out, but only to get him off his back.

After his little conversation with the Professor, Mason went to the Great Hall to grab some breakfast, and as soon as he left the Great Hall, he literally bumped into Akemi Sato. On accident of course, but she treated it like he did it on purpose. When he went to help her off the ground, she screamed at him, telling her not to touch her with his filthy playboy hands, then got up and stormed into the Great Hall. If that had been any other girl, he would have put that brat in her place. But she was his father best friend‘s daughter, so he had to play nice, and try to keep his calm. It was hard considering she always got under his skin, and pushed all of his buttons.

Mason took a deep breath, closing his eyes, then punched the stone wall next to him as hard as he could. He saw blood dripping for his knuckles a bit, but just wiped it on his black pants, then hoisted his guitar a little higher on his shoulder then went outside. He took out a folded sheet of paper from the front pocket of his guitar case, then opened it up and started looking over it as he walked towards his destination. As he was looking over his music, he veered off in a different direction, due to his lack of paying attention, and the next thing his knew, he heard a swishing sound above him. He looked up from his music and saw that he was only inches away from death by The Whomping Willow.

Thinking fast, Mason ducked to the ground, and rolled as far away from the willow as fast as he could. One of the willows branches landed down hard next to him, but luckily he was far enough away that it couldn‘t reach him. Mason was on his back staring up at the sky, breathing heavy, and fast, until he realized that he had been laying on his guitar, and he had thought he heard a crunch earlier. Even more scared than he was before, he sat up, pulled his guitar case off his back and unzipped the case and pulled out his guitar that was only holding together by to cords, and other several pieces laid at the bottom of his bag. He felt like he was going to cry, but he held back and huffed. “Worst day ever.” He muttered to himself, then pulled out his wand and fixed it with reparo.

Tagged; Gene
Notes; Sorry this took so long.
Status; Finished
Muse; None
Song lyrics; Howl - Florence and the Machine
Credit; Ange@Caution 2.0 Steal, and I will find you and undoubtedly eat your soul.

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``Genevieve Slade Burke

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THE SOUND OF ROLLIN' DICE TO ME
is music in the air, although I don't play fair,
IT'S MUCH MORE FUN WITH LIVES ON THE LINE

As she looked back down at her book she heard a sound of someone walking and glanced up just the second before said person became aware they had just walked into the willow's turf. As she gasped (half at the stupidity and half at the "oh-shizer-here-it-comes...") he ducked and rolled, a few pieces of paper going loose and a branch smacking the ground right near him as he got out of range. Wincing in sympathy at what must have hurt, she had to admit he had good reflexes, even if he was easily distracted.

Picking up her wand, she caught the few stray sheets of paper with an "Accio papers!" before the tree could catch those as well and sat up, holding them as he discovered what had happened accidentally. Another wince as she knew most musicians considered a broken musical instrument forever different from the original sound and some would even not play them again. "Ouch, man, that does suck. Need a hand or you got it?" She didn't know if she could do any better then he could, but she said it more to show her sympathies.

Tilting her head at him she glanced at the papers seeing musical notes on them in the brief glance and held them out for him, motioning which side of the rock he should walk on as the Willow swung again at him, testily as he had escaped. "You have to be careful around it and know it's limits but I like antagonizing it by being close but not too close. It's usually pretty quiet out this way. Where were you supposed to be headed?"

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