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[sign_seeker]

*Will trots down the stairs, and makes his way to his brother James's room. It's easy to tell that James is in there, even though the door is shut; he's practicing his solo in one of the songs they're doing in the school choir. And consistently failing to hit the high note, and halting to try again, and failing again. Will suppresses a wince,

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[sixth_son]

"Come in," James calls, and attempts to put his music down on the stand, and promptly knocks it over.

[sign_seeker]

*Will opens the door as the music stand falls, raising an amused eyebrow at the clatter. Letting the door swing closed behind him, he moves to help pick up the scattered papers.*

[sixth_son]

James rights the stand, with a bit of a huff, then smiles ruefully at Will. "Sorry - you startled me, a little. Usually you're asleep by this hour -"

He stops, the uncomfortable look on his face expressing that perhaps he's not as sure of that as he used to be.

[sign_seeker]

*easily* True enough. *mock-sententiously* I'm a growing boy.

*He rises, and hands the stack of gathered sheet music to James.*