<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/mj38iFP.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne SInclair<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Student Lounge<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 6th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rahne finds some time to indulge in a simple pleasure.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Playing this on the piano, until someone interrupts her.</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Q634rbsypE</div></div><hr/><br/>To say that the last few days had been stressful on Rahne would be an understatement of the century.<br/><br/>Specifically, it had been one day that had stressed the poor girl out. Three days ago she'd had what was very possibly the worst day she'd ever had, there at the school. Starting the day off on a bad note during a meeting with Professor Xavier, going from there to a moment she would prefer to never think about again in the cafeteria. After that whole mess, where she had gotten Laura and another boy in trouble, and Kitty Pryde had managed to calm her down and at least get her back to her room. And those three days since, she hadn't left her room, but to find food and quickly return to her private space to eat in peace. Unless Laura was in, then out of a sense of shame for getting her roommate in trouble, she tried to slip out and either spend time in her little forest clearing or some long-lost corner of the library. The mansion's sanctuary was too obvious, anyone looking for her would think to look there first, and in the last few days she simply didn't want to be found.<br/><br/>That day, though, she was starting to feel better. She was starting to get a handle on herself again, and relax. She was still avoiding most people around her, especially some of the new students she had seen around, but...The girl was trying to get out some more again. Which brought her to the lounge that evening. Or, specifically, one of the lounges.<br/><br/>One of the original rooms in the mansion, it still had the same "old time" charm one would expect from historic buildings. Ornate book cases and comfortable, almost Victorian style furniture, the only modern appliances in the room was the lighting. Even then, it ran through a style fitting with the room, and Rahne went to the mantle even then, turning on the light in the fireplace that mimicked the feel and appearance of a fire. From there, she walked over to the grand piano, sitting in the corner of the room. In her experience, not many people visited this particular room. And those that did mainly did so for quiet study time, with little risk of being bothered or disturbed by anyone else. With no television, no radio, just books and couches and a piano, it held little appeal for anyone of her generation. Setting her ever-present Bible on the bench next to her, Rahne lifted the cover of the piano keys, brushing her fingers over them gently.<br/><br/>A quick run through of the scales, to hear the piano's tune, and she started to play. Soft, calming, simple music. Just playing improv, following no sheet music and letting her fingers roam as they would, she filled the room with a soft, gentle melody as her eyes closed. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she played, just letting the music move her. She had learned to play for Reverend Craig's church, and then Moira had helped her refine her talent at the keys even further. It was a relaxing hobby for her, and not one she often shared, not wanting the attention it might bring on her. In moments of solitude, though, she liked to indulge.<br/><br/>The music would drift from the room and down the hall, as she had left the lounge doors open, free for anyone who might wander by and wonder who was playing to poke their heads in.