Fifth floor common room, Saturday evening

[therhimineecat]

Seregil was sitting in the common room with his harp, idly playing whatever came into his head. He was out here instead of in his room because he had gotten tired of Bob offering musical critique.

Besides every now and then a change of scenery can be good for one's soul.

[ooc and there was always only one entry -- really and truly.]

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[morpherboy]

Marco was bored so here he was, poking into common room. "A harp?"

[therhimineecat]

"A harp," Seregil confirmed, still playing.

[morpherboy]

Marco blinked. "Seriously?"

[therhimineecat]

"Seriously."

[morpherboy]

"Um...that's....unique." Marco finally managed.

[therhimineecat]

"Not really," Seregil said. "It's quite common where I'm from."

[morpherboy]

"Seriously?" Marco blinked. This was going to be one of Those conversation.

[therhimineecat]

"Yes."