I think we may have done just that, Vill.
Division I? Color me duly impressed. "Did some DCI" doesn't really line up with "Played in a corps on a competitive level with the best in the world." Props to you. That's some serious awesome.
To SurrealObsession: I entertained the idea of switching to PMs so we don't clutter your thread, but decided that doing so would be even more discourteous, especially if you're interested in what we'll be discussing. Still, if/when you return and should you desire it, I'd be more than happy to relegate the irrelevant bits to private messages, and only discuss here what you'll be interested in.
Anyway, back to this plot idea. I love where it's headed.
Dust drifted down from a newly-formed crack in the ceiling, and roaring echoes rumbled through the ancient halls. Sixty eyes were fixed on the culprit as he tried desperately to keep his attention fixed on the soft-headed mallets in his white-knuckled hands. "CLARKE!" a voice shrieked from across the room, shattering the silence. "Yes'm," he mumbled, unwillingly raising his eyes. Her face was livid, and she somehow had managed to cross the length of the room in what felt like less than a second—apparition, perhaps? "Semitones. Repeat what I said about them." "They create a narrow cascading magic dissonance..." "Cantatic dissonance." "Right, yes, cantatic... and should be used only by Sonumancy experts." "Right. So WHY in Godric's name did you think you'd try it out? Hmm? Just for kicks?" No answer returned. Satisfied with her chewing-out for the moment, she turned her attention down to the smoking copper-coated husks that had once been a magnificent pair of timpani. Softer now, she continued, "Clarke... Resolution. If you remember anything, remember that every cantatic dissonance has got to have a resolution. You see what happens if you fail." She motioned upward to the ceiling. The crack wasn't too big a deal; Hogwarts, she heard, could repair itself of minor damages like that in a matter of hours. The timpani, on the other hand... She stiffened as she went on, "We'll discuss discipline later. For now, object lesson is over. Everyone quit staring, get out your textbooks."
Yep. I like where this has the potential to lead.
There's plenty of room for suspense here. Ostensibly the professors would be there for some kind of exchange, teaching electives in Sonumency for anyone who's interested. But underneath the surface...
Well, I have to go now, so I'll just post this and get back to you. I have more to say on plots, I promise.