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[myjunkis_u]

Well, we've not heard much from Anna lately. So, here she is, sitting by the piano and just plunking at notes, humming quietly to herself. She doesn't know what she's playing, since her lesson with Georg hadn't gone as planned. Ahem.

Still, she is free to be disturbed and will gladly accept the company.

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[graspingpearls]

:|

[myjunkis_u]

[graspingpearls]

HUMPH.

[myjunkis_u]

Well. "... Are you cross with me, Wendla?"

[iamacatholic]

Oo, music! Even indistinct music is good enough for Mark, who might linger to listen in what is, hopefully, not a completely awkward way.

[myjunkis_u]

Anna feels a... presence behind her and slowly turns around, blushing a bit. "Hello?"

[iamacatholic]

"Sorry!" he says with an embarrassed laugh. "I was just listening."

[myjunkis_u]

She chuckles softly. "I don't actually play," she confesses.

[letapplesfall]

Georg wanders through, munching on an apple. "Anna!" He grins happily and joins her on the piano bench, leaning over to give her an apple-y cheek kiss.

[myjunkis_u]

Anna positively beams and kisses his cheek in response. "You smell lovely," she says with a giggle.

[letapplesfall]

"Oh," he blushes a little and shrugs. "It's the apple. Are you practicing?" He sets the apple on the piano, something his mother would scold him for, but he doesn't think about it.

[myjunkis_u]

"Not really," she confesses with a giggle. "I still don't know what I'm doing." She lets her fingers dance across the keys, only knowing a few notes.

[vengefulmaria]

Maria Moriarty is about, nearly out of sight. If one listens carefully, she can be heard singing softly to no one in particular.

"One man we will cherish...until we see him perish..."