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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[elephantgadget]

Helen was shocked to find that someone was using the common room on her floor. And playing music, no less. She stood in the doorway and watched for a moment.

[therhimineecat]

Seregil looked up and graced the newcomer with a smile when he finished a tune. "Hello."

[elephantgadget]

"That was... quite nice," Helen said grudgingly.

[therhimineecat]

"Thank you," Seregil said. "You're new, aren't you?"

[flowering_mind]

Ino... was not really a music lover. Definitely not. And she'd been trying to plan things. It was pretty though.

So, while she was making a bit of a face as she peeked into the common room, it wasn't an entirely annoyed one. Skill, in anything, was always a good thing really.

...for a few minutes.

"...must you?" Ino asked plaintively.

[therhimineecat]

"Must I what?" Seregil asked, fingers still playing nimbly.

[flowering_mind]

"That," she said waving her hand at the harp. "And do it well enough I can't even get really cranky about the noise."

This was a compliment, honest. She was just going to sulk about it a bit.

[therhimineecat]

"Then yes, I must," Seregil said. "To keep my skills sharp so I can continue to do it well enough you can't even get cranky."

[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."