i hate my playing test spots. if y’all wanna see my spots it’s “Celtic Carol” by lindsay stirling arr. Sean O’Loughlin
ITS NOT EVEN THE NOTES, ITS THE BOWINGS ALFBDKDNFKFJEB I HATE THE BOWINGS, THEYRE SO AWKWARD!!
The glimmering maroon body of the Hogwarts Express was obscured by masses of white steam that billowed through Platform 9 3/4. Swarms of children were running around, catching up with old friends, saying goodbye to families, trying to find an empty compartment. The Roland family, a relatively well-known line of witches and wizards were one of the families sending their child off to their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Charlotte Layne Roland was squirming under her parents hugs and well wishes.
"Ok, ok, I get it. Be safe, behave, blah blah. I love you and I'll write every week." Char sighed, grabbing her trunk and owl, Gizmo. She smiled at her parents with a wave then turned around and bounded up the two steps to the car closest to her. Peering into each compartment as she passed, Laynie finally found an empty compartment near the back of the car.
With a sigh of relief, the young blonde girl opened the door and set Gizmo in her cage down on a bench before she hoisted her trunk up onto the rack above the bench. Char faltered a second, shocked her upper body didn't give out on her. It wasn't that Laynie wasn't particularly scrawny, just that her parents placed an undetectable extension charm on her trunk just to make sure she had everything with room to spare. The blonde girl sat down, cheeks slightly flushed with her boot clad feet swinging just a few centimeters above the carpeted floor.
BAD IDEA- D. MALFOY (coming soon!!!!!)