When I'm a-walking, I strut my stuff

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WHO: Rail Kainer, super duper open!
LOCATION: Outside on the lawn somewhere
WEEK: 67
TIME: Shortly after the Quidditch match on Saturday
WHAT: Rocking out on the grass like a bum
RATING: :Db?

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[notabride]

Barely hours ago she had just finished talking to him and the smile she had been wearing was beginning to break. His journey meant a lot to him, so she had supported it, wished him the best of luck and let him know that she would always be there for him, if he needed. There had, of course, been hugs and a kiss involved - on the cheek, but still. That was as close as Mulan had come to any sort of confession. They had just been friends, good friends and nothing else. Nothing complex or with any strings attached - except the one he had somehow hooked around her heart.

Whether Mulan wanted to admit it or not, her heart was breaking, maybe already broken, yet still she kept up the smile. He was happy, so she should be happy for him. It was the right thing to do... Right? Right. Or not. It still hurt. So much that she didn't think she could face anyone inside the castle right now, so she had just hung about outside. The weather was nice enough to where she could use the excuse of a long walk with no one the wiser, except maybe Jasmine who always knew.

As Mulan turned a corner, the sounds of a guitar riff shook her out of her thoughts and made her look up. His roommate, she recognized though the two had rarely talked. She stopped and just stood there, leaning against the side of the building and listening to the music. It was nice, strong and yet soft. Nostalgic. His voice flooded her mind as she listened to his stories about some of the things that went on in the dorms, the pranks he had pulled and the fun he had had. Slowly, a genuine smile made it's way onto her face and she pushed off the building, walking towards Rail.

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Rail was quickly approaching 'out of it' before he heard the footsteps that were making their way towards him, to the point where Mulan was almost standing over him before he caught her in his periphs.

His fingers didn't halt at all as he looked up, giving a short nod of greeting in acknowledgement. He recognized her, a friend of Kurt's. One who kind of knew German? Or at least, he thought maybe she knew German? Either way it was worth a try, Rail hated to admit it, but he missed his mother tongue from time to time.

"Gutentag," Rail muttered easily, fingers sliding down the fretboard.

[notabride]

Mulan blinked in surprise as she heard Rail speak to her in German. Her smile grew a bit wider as she gave a soft laugh. He seemed so focused that she wasn't going to bother him, just listen to him play so when he responded she was quite startled. Maybe it was for the best. As long as he didn't mind, she could use a bit of practice and it really was a nice day out.

"Guten Tag. Mein Deutsch ist nicht sehr gut, eh... wie geht es dir?",she asked, admitting that her German could still use a heck of a lot of touching up, but happy she was able to use it more. Kurt and her had mainly conversed in English, except for a few phrases here and there and during the Hall of Mirrors fiasco. A soft pang echoed within at that thought, but she carefully pushed it out of the way. Happiness. That was her focus for today. Happiness and support.

Slowly, Mulan took a seat as her eyes closed a bit, the music filling her with warmth. It certainly helped in keeping the lingering sadness at bay.

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He gave a small grin back, "Nicht schlecht. Der Schwerpunkt ist verrückt, aber sie lernen." Rail finished his strumming, halting his hands long enough to actually carry a conversation. Cree had yelled at him countless times about how rude it was to listen more to his instrument than other people.

"I'm not bad. A little pissed off about the game, but, not much you can do."

Rail sighed. Introductions.

"Mulan, right?"

[notabride]

She nodded in agreement, opening her eyes as he ceased playing. She was a tad disappointed that he had stopped - his playing was really good and soothing, but maybe he didn't like to play in front of people he didn't know well? Wait, that didn't make sense... Wasn't Rail was in a band? They played all the time in front of strangers. Maybe it was something new.

Frowning slightly in thought, she tilted her head to the side at that thought. Even if it was new, it was really good. Maybe he was just tired. The remark about the game caught her attention, shaking her out of her musings, though she waited to address his question first.

"Right, and you're Rail.",she nodded again, a smile replacing the frown as she thought back to the game. "I ... thought you all played really well, even if you lost. Those moves were amazing."

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"Last I checked," he muttered easily, setting his guitar down on the grass as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. And he snorted at her comment, "Yeah. Three whole goals. Whoopty damn doo."

He paused, realizing that may have been kind of a dick move. Rail bit down on his lip ring and attempted a back track, "Uh, I mean. I. Thanks. I guess."

/edited because the first one was done from my iphone at nearly 4AM x-x;;;

[notabride]

Mulan smiled slightly, though she did hesitate as he had caught her a bit off guard with his anger. She couldn't blame him - not really - the match had been an impressive one, despite the loss - which had been as devastating as their maneuvers were amazing.

"It's alright",she began somewhat uneasy as to if she should continue and how, yet she was stubborn, "You... you played well, no one could think otherwise. And you did have some great moves, how else would the match of lasted so long? Besides, with your line up changing so much, you've all had to work much harder than the rest."

She trailed off on those last few words, shaking her head. Here she was, interrupting his guitar practice and then nearly debating with him on his own Quidditch skills. What did Kurt call it when she argued with him over his hiding? Her Gryffindor bravery? More like brashness. A small knot formed at that thought and traveled from her stomach to her throat. She tried to push it away and smile again.

"Entschuldigung.",she apologized, having a bit of trouble getting the words out. "But you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. I'm sure the next match you'll win."