Patrick Lockheart
~ Theatre Wing - Practice Hall ~
~ Theatre Wing - Practice Hall ~
Oh, what a strange night it had been... Without Branwen, the room had been soo silent, no occasional flutter of feathers or clatter of claws, no sarcastic comment to help lighten the moment - or break the silence, even the soft sound of her breathing as she slept...there had been just...nothingness...
If he was honest, Patrick felt a little bad for not staying with her - Even after she'd scratched him and taken him hostage - flying so far away that the Diviner had feared that if he'd been unable to free himself from their link, he'd have been left helpless upon the Conservatory Terrace the entire night...
Idly, the fingertips of his left hand drifted to the cut above his eyebrow - the blood had dried by now, but it still stung a little and so he carefully styled his fringe to hide the wound before turning towards the window... He'd kept that shut all night and couldn't be certain if the reason for his early awakening had been down to the faint tapping of something against the glass...? Still, he had a lesson to attend and so he would gather up his Violin, placing it carefully in its case before grabbing his jacket and heading for the door.
With Calliope's return to class, Patrick had felt more inspired to stick around, catching up on his own practice whilst waiting for his lone student to arrive - It was a shame that Reese had still not returned, but he hoped that the reasons for her leaving would soon be resolved so that their merry little trio could once again practice together...
His thoughts remained with his absent companion however and as he made his way down the corridors towards the Theatre Wing, Patrick couldn't help but wonder quite how she had fared overnight... The Graveyard, although quite absent of any spiritual influence remained a place he'd rather not tread after dark - That and it can't have been very warm...
As it was still quite early, Patrick had guessed that the room would be vacant of any living soul and so, upon reaching the door, he would push it open and step inside - taking care to close it behind him before making his way across to the Teacher's Desk where he would set down his Case and draw out his Violin.
Tuning was always a routine task - Even though it had become more of a habit than a necessity, the Diviner always found himself just tweaking the strings ever so slightly before reaching for his bow... The Song he'd play that morning was purely instrumental, for he felt no urge to sing... Instead, as per the norm, he would close his eyes, listening as the music flowed, whilst also keeping an ear out for any sign that his Feathered Friend might just be watching from a nearby window somewhere...
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