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[iwasalevel6]

This time, Tony is not surrounded by piles of tissues. He does have a box of tissues with him, and is drinking orange juice, and on occasion he does let out a cough or two, but he looks better than he has in days. In fact, he's so improved that he's gone back to reading one of his science fiction books by the fire. Go ahead and bother him, he'll

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[forsaken_bard]

Because Midge needed to play with the little curmudgeon...

Harp music floats by... Slow, sad, and possibly quite familiar.

The originator is not a gloomy man in a suit, but a small boy in black with unruly dark hair. He concentrates intently on his music.

[iwasalevel6]

Oh noes, is it Harry or James Potter?

Tony turns his head and sees the harp out of the corner of his eye. He gives a little jolt, and turns his head further to see the kid behind it.

[forsaken_bard]

The young boy finishes his piece and glanced up at the man. He tilts his head at an odd angle as he speaks in a calm, collected voice with a slight accent that Tony just may recognize.

"Good afternoon, my lord. I do apologize if I am disturbing you."

[iwasalevel6]

With a voice like that, he just might.

"Um, have we met before?"