Though he hadn’t been planning on visiting the Bagshot household for a bit more (he’d certainly planned on calling upon Miss Skovgaard, but hadn’t planned on so soon), Faustus had received word from Aunt Hermione that she’d forgotten something at the Bagshot’s. A quick owl later and Faustus found himself running errands for his aunt after he’d gone into the office for the morning.
Except, the butler seemed to have mistaken the reason for his visiting, and instead of being escorted to Mrs. Bagshot as he’d expected, Faustus found himself being led back into the same parlor he’d been seen to last time. This time, however, he was welcomed by a warm melody floating through the hallway. There was something so strangely familiar about the tune too, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it as he stepped through to the parlor. Taking off his hat, Faustus tucked it under his arm. Bless the family butler, he tried, though it seemed Miss Skovgaard missed the introduction. He opened his mouth to attempt once more, but Faustus stopped him with a keen smile, not wanting to interrupt her as she played.
As the butler stepped out to call for a chaperone, Faustus walked towards the piano. She was angled slightly away from him, completely engrossed in the song. With the sunlight from the afternoon spilling around her through the window, it suddenly occurred to him where he had heard this song before, and he smiled. Though he was loathe to interrupt her, the curiosity of if his assumptions were correct won out: “Miss Skovgaard.”
As suspected, she immediately stopped. He could see her hesitate for a moment before turning her gaze to him, and he gave her an apologetic smile. “I’m so very sorry for interrupting you.” He began with a nod of his head. “You play beautifully.”
Except, the butler seemed to have mistaken the reason for his visiting, and instead of being escorted to Mrs. Bagshot as he’d expected, Faustus found himself being led back into the same parlor he’d been seen to last time. This time, however, he was welcomed by a warm melody floating through the hallway. There was something so strangely familiar about the tune too, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it as he stepped through to the parlor. Taking off his hat, Faustus tucked it under his arm. Bless the family butler, he tried, though it seemed Miss Skovgaard missed the introduction. He opened his mouth to attempt once more, but Faustus stopped him with a keen smile, not wanting to interrupt her as she played.
As the butler stepped out to call for a chaperone, Faustus walked towards the piano. She was angled slightly away from him, completely engrossed in the song. With the sunlight from the afternoon spilling around her through the window, it suddenly occurred to him where he had heard this song before, and he smiled. Though he was loathe to interrupt her, the curiosity of if his assumptions were correct won out: “Miss Skovgaard.”
As suspected, she immediately stopped. He could see her hesitate for a moment before turning her gaze to him, and he gave her an apologetic smile. “I’m so very sorry for interrupting you.” He began with a nod of his head. “You play beautifully.”