<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DjYE0tFXoAIeXVz.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Joanna Zipporah Batherson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665444#msg14665444)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third year gryffidor<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> muggle<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 in. / Pine / Rougarou hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> <br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 13th September(friday the 13th!), Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> music room, Hogwarts<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/>Joanna leaned her head to the left till a familiar crack signaled the release of tension from her neck. She groaned softly and reached up with her right hand to massage the back of her neck. Nimble fingers working over the tense muscles for a short moment. She sat in the momentarily quiet music room, having been hidden away in there for some time. The sun had set long ago, in all honesty, Joanna lost track of time. Though she often did when losing herself to the creative flow.<br/><br/>She sat staring at the notebook sitting in the lap, a pencil flicking back and forth in her left hand as she wiggled her fingers. The tip of the eraser tapping a fast-paced beat on the pages before her. Around her sat dozens of torn out pages, some crumpled up and discarded, some simply set aside as if being saved for later. But all contained some part of the song Joanna had been working on for some time now.<br/><br/>The tune had been eating at her brain for days now, and finally, some words had started to form. So as always Joanna set to putting words to paper before they could escape her grasp. Once more she read over what was on the page at the moment and nodded. The musical back up to the song playing within her mind as she started tapping the beat out on her lap so she could connect to it more.<br/><br/>Looking up Joanna closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The words coming from deep within her as they always did, each song filled with some small part of her being. "Gotta raise a little hell. Youngblood, run like a river. Youngblood, never get chained. Youngblood, heaven need a sinner. You can't raise hell with a saint. Youngblood came to start a riot. Don't care what your old man says. Youngblood, heaven hate a sinner. But we gonna raise hell anyway." her voice strong and filled with a sensual nearly badass feel as the lyrics slipped past her lips.<br/><br/>"Raise hell, yeah, Raise hell. Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell. Baby drop them bones. Baby sell that soul. Baby fare thee well. Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell. Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell. Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell." Joanna smiled as her body swayed to the music echoing through her head. She could hear it all, the raging thunder of the base and guitar echoing off the walls around her. The crowd going wild and chanting the lyrics with her. The night seeming to become filled with an almost addictive chaotic energy. "Youngblood, stand and deliver. No need for a queen affair. Youngblood gotta pull the trigger. When the whole world running scared."<br/><br/>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zgT_mV1Pv5w