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[teenagerenegade]

"It's really not that hard, Ed."

Raising an eyebrow, Charlie plays the scale again. He forces himself to do it slowly. Smoothly. He learned to do this when he was five and he's seen Edmund fight; it's not like he can't pick up difficult things.

"You want to try again?"

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[giftless]

Edmund drew in a great, deep lungful of air and let it out louder than strictly necessary. That way, he thought, he couldn't be accused of sighing or huffing in frustration, which was exactly what he wanted to do.

"Easy for you to say," he mumbled, but set his fingers on the keys again. He hit all the right keys, one after the other, but not nearly so smoothly as Charlie, each note followed by an uneven space of silence. "Do I really have to do this?" he asked. "Can't we start with a song or something?"

[teenagerenegade]

"Do you really think a song would be easier?" asks Charlie, arching his eyebrow as he reaches out and corrects the position of Ed's hand slightly. "You're the one who wanted to learn and I am not doing a half-assed job of teaching you, Ed."

[giftless]

"An easy song?" he tried. It wasn't that Edmund didn't want to learn properly, but he couldn't see the point of repeating the same scale over and over. He knew the scale. He'd heard it. He wanted to move onto something else that might make him look less of an idiot. "I think my hand's going to fall off if I do the same thing again."

[teenagerenegade]

"That absolutely was not what you were saying last night," says Charlie, biting his lip over a sly grin as he plays the scale fast and then glances over at Edmund.

"Okay, Jesus. Copy me."
He picks out the first bar to Ode to Joy slowly.