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Summer don't know me no more

WHO: Sue (Noodle), open!
TONE: Should be pretty light!
RATING: PG-13, at most
WHEN: April
WHERE: Out by the lake
WHAT: Back at school Noodle decides to practice her levitation charm and jam on her guitar.
STATUS: In progress

It was something she had thought up on break, but had been unable to attempt thanks to the rules. So as soon as she was able to, Sue had raced off to the lake and found a reasonably sized rock. Wand out, the incantation comes easy, Wingardium Leviosa murmured with the correct wand movements and the rock slowly lifts itself out of the dirt to hover. Sue allows herself a small smile before using another set of rocks to pull herself up onto the still hovering one, settling into place easily. She'll start sketching out designs then.

But right now she'll haul her acoustic guitar over her shoulder and into her lap and starting to strum. She'll just hang out here for awhile,rock hovering a few feet off the ground, feet swinging against the rock in the semblance of a rhythm as she stares out across the water. Only know and then does she check her fingers, the chords so engrained in her mind. And then she'll start to hum, and all together it begins to sound like a bare boned version of this but with a voice like this.

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WHEREVER THERE IS MUSIC THERE IS MURDOC. He's strolling about the lake with his hands tucked in his pockets when he hears the music. He nods along for a few bars before coming to a stop next to her, sliding down to his feet.

"S'catchy."

Catchy enough to steal later.

"Murdoc," and a small nod his way is all that Sue gives him in a response, fingers still strumming away. Under her fringe she lifts an eyebrow and stares hard at him.

And then, because knows exactly what he's like. "If you steal it without acknowledgement I know where you can be found. But I do need a bass for it. I'm asking Stu to sing." The only offer you're getting.

"Nnnnnoodle."

He nods back, grinning enough to show his fanged teeth before changing to an innocent and confused expression.

"Steal? Me? Neverrrr. Where you got that idea I'll never know."

He flicks his wand out from his pocket and caws "Accio, Bass!" before tucking it away again. He holds his hand out and grabs El Diablo as she soars over, this would be a terribly dramatic move. Pity Noodle is the only one who will see it.

"Bass, you say?"

Like she'd ever believe that face. That is the face of lies and corruption. The teeth don't help his idea of an innocent image either.

"From everything you do perhaps? You have no morals," is her response, tone dry and humourless as she switches chords. Honestly she just hit him over the head and drown him and the world would be better off.

Instead she watches as the bass appears, noting the drama behind the summoning. Now, if he could do that wordlessly, and with his wand hidden, it would be impressive for a muggle audience... "What would you have done if a fish came to your hand instead of your bass?"

Ignoringggg that last bit cuz she can.

"I might not have morals but I have standards sort of."

He fiddles around with his bass, trying to pick up where she's leaving off but not trying particularly hard.

He stares at her for a second, not really sure how to answer that. "Errrrr, I would've tucked it in my pants and kept it for dinner."

"That's a lie."

No judgement in her voice. It's just a fact, and she's not a fool. Casually she starts to strum again, leaving it to him to find the gaps and fill them. A test? Perhaps.

Oh and he probably didn't get that... "A bass can also be a fish. And we are next to a lake. Though now I am curious as to how you would have cooked it. Do you even know how?"

"Uh-uhhhh never miss a beat, do you?"

He makes a variety of noises as he sits up, strumming over his strings lazily. He doesn't say it often, but music is as thrilling as it is relaxing. There's something he enjoys about the challenge Suzuki is putting forward here.

He doesn't always appear as enthusiastic as the others are about his instruments, but he can't resist playing along.

"Oooh. I'd still have it for dinner then. Raw."

"Never. I wouldn't be much of a musician if I did."

The smallest smirk, just a tiny curve of her lip as she quickly switches songs. While she won't sing in front of Murdoc, she will hum. For now she's still working on her lyrics.

The fact that he's playing along is enough, and she knows this song will be better suited to him. Now to see if he picks it up.

"Sushi?"

"Ahuh, I get it. Maybe you should've been a comedian, Noods."

AHA. A song he understands. His hands move much quicker, and if he wasn't sitting his hips would be moving too. He's alright with melancholy, slow music but he prefers things harder and faster. All things.

"Wazzat? A spell?"

He's glancing about for signs of magic.

"No. It would not suit me."

Frankly, she's glad that he's sitting. The hip movements he's fond of attract too much attention and half the time make her want to hit him over the head with something. But the faster beat is nice and the sun warm and there's music."

"A food. From Japan."

"You never know, man. You never know."

He follows that with a sage nod. Look at Murdoc, king of deep thoughts.

"Japan, huh? Is everyone there sooooo incredibly lazy that they just eat fish. Raw."

A grin tweaks at the side of his mouth. "I like that."

"I do."

And she'll just give him a blank look back because seriously. Comedian she is not.

Though that is soon followed by a frown and a rather violent pluck to the guitar's strings.

"Those are my people, my heritage. I would be careful what you say, Murdoc"

He stares at her blank expression with a raised eyebrow before looking back down at his bass.

"You might be right about that one."

He's trying to match her new pace, but it's a less violent edge and more like a taunting, mocking echo of her plucking.

"I thought you were British."

"Of course I am."

Her own eyebrow raise is hidden under her fringe, but Noodle picks up the pace, continuing the challenge to Murdoc. Her strumming becomes faster, messier the sound all together courser.

"By adoption. I was born in Japan. Doesn't my appearance make that obvious? You've seen my family, I look nothing like them."

He looks perplexed for a moment, his strumming slowing as he considers this. To be honest, he hadn't noticed she looks nothing like her family. Mostly because he doesn't give a damn what the family looks like.

"I 'unno. I thought you were Chinese." He shrugs lazily and hunches over his bass. "Doesn't matter anyway, does it? You don't live in Japan so it don't really matter, eh?"

Wow Murdoc and here everyone was thinking that the main draw of staying over with the Pots all summer was because the mother was a rather buxom blonde. Won't everyone be surprised that it's not.

"That could be considered rude and offensive you know." Her own strumming slows and then stops, Noodle sighing. "It's still a part of me. It was my home till I was 8, I think. It's where I come from."

After she's been playing for awhile, she might see some ripples in the water, and then a mop of black hair, plastered to a boy's long face, and then the rest of the boy, climbing out of the lake, wearing all his clothes, dripping all over the damn place as he slogs out onto the shore.

"Sweet tunes, sis!" he calls out to her cheerfully.

If Sue's surprised she doesn't show it, her own long fringe perfect for hiding the expressions of her eyes. Her fingers do slow though, shifting into a lazy strumming as she lets the lyrics on her lips die.

With a small nod she responds, head turned to the new boy, "Thank you. You play?"

"Nah, I can't play shit," he admits. "Just spin some ill rhymes. I can't even motherfuckin' beatbox."

"A rapper then? Still music." Sue shifts her grip on the guitar before dipping her head in an informal bow. "I am Suzuki. But Sue or Noodle will work fine. It can be a difficult name"

"Suzuki?" he says, raising his eyebrows. "That don't be hard to come out of my motherfuckin' word hole - it's a car. You named after one a' them?"

He doesn't mean to be insulting, and in fact his tone is more curious than anything else, but Gamzee knows shit all about Japan, except that cars and motorcycles come from there, and also some of those cartoon shows.

"I never considered it that way." She shakes her head, flicking her fringe out of her eyes a little to look at him properly. "And I have no clue. It was the name on my birth certificate. Whatever it was meant to mean is lost to me."

"What about you?"

"Nah, I ain't named for no motherfuckin' car," Gamzee said easily, entirely forgetting that this girl probably didn't even know what he was named. "I dunno why my mum all got it in her pan to call me Gamzee. I guess because maybe she be liking the sound when it comes out of the word hole? And Makara be kind of like 'mo cara', my da says, which is being Gaelic for friend."

The boy pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opening it up ... and then staring sadly, as he realized the whole thing was, of course, soaked through with lake water.

There's a tiny shrug as Sue files the name away in her mind. "Perhaps it means something in another language. It could be from an Asian culture. Or somewhere around that continent."

Her strumming slows, till it's more just Sue picking at the strings with no real rhythm. Looking up she notices the box, and then the look and speaks up, "Try a drying charm or something?"

"I ain't be having the skills for that shit, sis," Gamzee told her mournfully, then tucked the pack away again with a sigh. "Potions be where it's at for this motherfucker."

He's lucky she's so used to Stu forgetting about his own cigarettes and somehow destroying them. It's given Sue plenty of time to learn and perfect ways to repair them.

Carefully placing her guitar to the side she leans forward, holding a hand out. "Here. Give them to me. I'll see what I can do."

The lanky boy blinks at her, but obediently he digs his soggy pack back out and hands it to her. "You got the knowing of that kind of miracle magic?"

"Miracle? It's just a simple charm." Shifting she pulls her wand from her robes, tapping the soggy box carefully. "Exaresco."

Within seconds the pack is dry, all the water evaporated. A quick check and then Noodle hands them back, tucking her wand away. "See?"

"All magic is miracles!" Gamzee explains earnestly. "You just say a motherfuckin' word and shit happens, and ain't nobody knows how it all be working!"

He's distracted by her handing the pack back, though, and he turns it over in his hands a few times before pulling a now dry cigarette out, grinning in delight. "Hey, Sue-bee, I motherfuckin' owe you one!"

"I suppose you could look at it like that," nodding slightly, Noodle seems to consider this. "Most just see it as magic, which to muggle raised kids is special enough."

His fascination and delight with the pack reminds her of Stu, the thought bringing a small smile to her face. The new nickname though gets a small head tilt. "Sue-bee? And don't worry about it."

"'Cause you got to be sweet as honey," Gamzee replies promptly, sticking the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and pulling out his wand to light it, puffing contentedly, then offering the pack out to her.

"Sweet as honey?" Rasising an eyebrow Noodle shrugs and takes one of the offered cigarettes, leaning forward with it in her hand and nodding to Gamzee. "Light me?"

He puts the cherry of his cigarette to hers to light her, smiling dopily. "Ain't you? You surely do be acting like it, helping a brother out like that."

She holds it till she sees the flames start to creep up paper, bring it to her mouth and taking a slow drag then. "I'm used to doing it for Stu really. He forgets about his half the time and he's soaked them a few times."

"It's nothing big"

"He's the blue-headed motherfucker, right?" Gamzee asked, relaxing back and then flopping onto the ground to start puffing away at his own cigarette.

"That's him." Leaning back slightly she inspects her cigarette, before taking another puff. "He fell out of a tree when he was a kid, lost all his hair and it came back blue. Ma was freaking, and then we found out about magic."

"How come he's white and you ain't?"

"I'm adopted." Shifting she lets the cigarette dangle from her lips, pulling guitar back into her lap and plucking the strings. "Da found me wandering around the carnival and when no one found any leads on who I was or who I belonged to they pretty much said fuck it and kept me."

"Oh, man, that's pretty sweet," Gamzee said thoughtfully. "That they be liking you so much they kept you."

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