Robyn lay on the cold ground, her eyes closed her mind obviously not here.
Robyn was up in a tower, all the way, and she loved it. None of the lights were lit, but the sunlight pored from the windows like water streaming.
Robyn lay on her back, her knees bent and her hands carefully playing a piano that wasn't there. She sang the song, and even though there was no music other than her voice, when you came into the room you heard the music. It was almost magic, but Robyn had cast no spell, or made no potion, she just simply sang.

Driving away from the wreck of the day
And the light's always red in the rear-view
Desperately close to a coffin of hope
I'd cheat destiny just to be near you
If this is giving up, then I'm giving up
If this is giving up, then I'm giving up, giving up
On love, On love

Driving away from the wreck of the day
And I'm thinking 'bout calling on Jesus
'Cause love doesn't hurt so I know I'm not falling in love
I'm just falling to pieces

And if this is giving up then I'm giving up
If this is giving up then I'm giving up, giving up
On love, On love

And maybe I'm not up for being a victim of love
When all my resistance will never be distance enough

Driving away from the wreck of the day
And it's finally quiet in my head
Driving alone, finally on my way home to the comfort of my bed
And if this is giving up, then I'm giving up
If this is giving up, then I'm giving up, giving up
On love, On love

The song wasn't hers, she didn't write it. Her friends wrote it, they wrote it based on her. She'd almost given up on love so many times that she knew now not too. Robyn continued to sing the song with every bit of her lovely voice, that indeed had its own magic to it.

And as her voice closed on the last note, Robyn heard someone. She didn't know how long they had been there, and she had no intention of finding out, although she might. Robyn brought a black painted nail to her mouth, and she chewed on it for a second, merely thinking. Finally she opened her eyes, and sat up, turning her body to the person and raising an eyebrow, "Well? Was it good?" She asked, patiently, allowing the eyebrow to fall. She wasn't in the mood to act hyper, or even happy for that matter, she was just in the mood to sing.

OOC: Anna Nalick - Wreck of the Day Theres the song if you'd like to hear it.

Gen had been doing her "teacher jobs", going out and checking to make sure students werent making any trouble in well hidden places. Gen walked up to the tower, not a lot of students go there so Gen figured there might be some mischief going on. Once she got close enough to the door, she could hear someone speaking makybe? Gen wasnt sure, sos he cracked the door and peeked in. It was Robyn Singe, a student of hers, and her voice was brilliant. Gen listened to her whole song, since Gen had a passion for music, but no talent.

As Gen stood in the door way hearing Robyns voice trail out so smoothly, Gen couldnt help but envy her in a way. Gen ahd tried to learn music, singing, and instruments, ever since she was a child, adn never had the knack for it. After Robyn was finished, Gen walked into the room quietly and knew Robyn herad her. She heard her ask if it was good. "It was beautiful Robyn, you really are an exceptional singer." Gen said smiling the whole time.

Robyn stared at Professor Gen, worried that she shouldn’t even be up here to begin with. It was just so… peaceful.
“Thanks…” She blushed slightly. Over the summer, Robyn had lost her paleness and had gotten a nice tan, she wore less piercings now and her hair seemed to be less extreme. She did however, wear her ear piercing, and a small stud in her lip, those were necessary.
“I didn’t think anybody would come up here. Am I not supposed to be up here? Because I’ll leave if I’m not… I just… it’s just… so peaceful up here.” Robyn scratched her head, giving a sheepish smile.

"Oh no no your allowed to be up here." Gen said immediatley. "Im just up here making sure theres no mischief going on. Ya know teh teache duites." Gen said smiling. Gen walked over to Robyn and stood by her. "Your looking great. Im guessing you had a good summer. Whered you learn to sing like that?" Gen asked.

“Oh, good.” Robyn smiled. “No mischief? Don’t YOU cause the mischief?” Robyn smiled, and stood up, deciding that because she had grown a bit she didn’t want to feel short again. “Mmm thanks, and yea I did. Or… it was more interesting in which I was hoping to figure something out and I didn’t succeed.” Robyn shrugged. “Oh.. my mom taught me, she told me ‘Roby you’re named after a bird for four reasons, firstly I like birds. Secondly, I didn’t want to name you both Ravens after my house. Thirdly, You like high up places, and fourthly you have the voice and the song in your heart, you just need to learn how to use it.’ I don’t remember too much about her but I remember her telling me this.” Robyn had a happy sort of smile on her lips. IT was the kind you would rarely see on her, because this one was real.

It was not like Lolita to go sneaking about but as she was making her way up to the tower where she liked to write she had heard the music pouring out and instinctivly tip-toed up and stood behind a cold marble column her eyes closed and faced pressed against its chilly surface as she listend.

It wasn't until the professor who had passed her did Lolita become alert again.

That was beautiful "she chimed in appearing from her hiding spot.
her eyes stared at the ground beside the singer, too shy to look her in the face.

Gen noticed the girl coming up the stairs. She smiled at her as she walked in. She was stunning. Gen wasnt jealous of her, but wouldnt mid having a few of her features. Gen walked up to her and stuck otu a hand. "Hi Im Genevieve Rasmuse. Your potions professor and the head of the auror de[artment." Gen felt like her introduction scared the newcomer, so she spoke again. "You can call me Gen." She said softer and more friendly.

"Lolita Cassel!" Lolita replied slightly more bold after the profesors friendly gretting.

"I'm a first year...potions are my favorite...I can't wait to be in your class" almost imeaditly Lolita realized she may have came off slightly brown-nosed at that she looked quickly at the ground hoping she hadn't .

Robyn grinned at Lolita. She seemed so much like Robyn was when she was a first year.
"Thanks Lolita, I'm Robyn Singe, 4th year Slytherin. Professor Gen will probably be the coolest teacher you get this year. The CoMC is pretty cool, so is the charms but don't get on the HoM professors bad side, that sucks." Robyn didn't know WHY she was telling the girl this, but she felt like she ought take care of the girl.

Gen smiled. She was used to students liking Gen and her class. They were always excited to take it. "Its a pleasure meeting you Lolita. I promise you will have fun in my class. I always make it fun, ask anyone." Gen looked around the room for a moment and then looked back at Lolita. "Your a Slytherin arent you?" Gen asked.

Lolita grinned up at the girl.

"thanks!" She said still avoiding the eyes of the two women, she knew how niave and helpless she must look, but her nerves had gotten the best of her


"your singing is beautiful, are you in the choir?" she asked hoping to draw the attention away from herself.

Robyn laughed, "Thanks... but no I'm in a band back in New York City but not in choir. You are in Slytherin right? I could have sworn I saw you in the common room. Could be wrong though." Robyn shrugged.

"yes, I'm a Slytherin...."


Lolita paused in thought for a moment.


" ....I don't remember seeing you...but then again I tend not to remember faces to well."

Robyn shrugged, “I’m not in the common room much. I have other stuff to do, liiiike lie in an empty tower and sing.” Robyn smiled, “But I’m not your average Slytherin to begin with. Oh, Professor, Ravyn isn’t going to be in your class this year, she went to that French wizarding school this year. Dad got mad at her for…” Robyn coughed, “Various reasons.” Robyn knew it was because at one dinner Robyn was fighting back with Ravyn and ended up blurting about how Ravyn slept with whomever she could find every Saturday night. So her father sent Ravyn to an all girl’s school.
“So this year should be a lot easier for me.” Robyn shrugged.

"Oh well thats good to hear." Gen said. She didnt knwo Ravyn that well, but she kenw Robyn was happy about it. Gen looked around at teh two Slytherins and felt out of place. "Well girls, Im feeling a bit out of place with you students, so I think Im going to go." Gen said reluctantly. She wanted to stay and chit chat, but she knew her duites were needed.