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[nomorals]

WHO: the music club and everyone else
TONE: jammin'
RATING: PG
WHEN: Saturday 15th, after Quidditch try outs
WHERE: Hogwarts grounds near the lake
WHAT: music club has its first meeting of the year!
STATUS: ongoing



[It might have been starting to get late in the day, but that was just fine by Marceline, considering it meant the sun wouldn't be as strong. Still, once she was out of her robes and back into the casual clothes of a black band-name hoodie, jeans and boots, she'd grabbed her guitar and found a spot on the grounds underneath a particularly shady tree.

People arriving will find her tuning her prized possession and humming lightly.]

Comments

[rule_britannia]

Of course I do. Why do you think I keep saying it?

[He pokes his tongue out at her - very mature, Arts - and opens the violin case, taking the instrument out]

[nomorals]

Because you're a butt.

[She pokes her tongue out in return, plucking a couple of strings to make sure they're about as tuned as can be.]

[rule_britannia]

I see your insults haven't lost their edge.

[nomorals]

Don't expect me to go easy on you just because you're my friend.

[rule_britannia]

I wouldn't insult you by even suggesting it.

[He draws the bow gently across one of the violin strings, producing a quivering note]

[nomorals]

Good boy, best knight.

[She pauses for a moment, plucking the same note on her guitar with practiced ease.]

[rule_britannia]

I can but try.

[Arthur smirks briefly, then picks up the violin and tucks it under his chin. He starts playing a fast-paced Bach piece]

[nomorals]

[She's not exactly unfamiliar with the classics but they're not really something she plays often, so she just sits back and listens, humming along.]

[rule_britannia]

[They're good for warm-ups at least, and when he's done he raises one eyebrow at her]

I trust I've proven myself worthy?

[nomorals]

[She gives him the same kind of look and leaned back on her hands, shaking her head.]

Artie, you're way too old fashioned sometimes. Of course you're in. What do you want me to do? Knight you?

[rule_britannia]

Would you? I can probably find you a sword...

[A pause, while he glances back up towards the castle, then he grins at her]

Though, I don't know if I'd trust you not to lop my head off.

[nomorals]

[She places the back of her hand to her forehead dramatically.]

Brave sir knight, you wound me. How could you think that this innocent maiden would be capable of such a thing as chopping off someone's head.

[rule_britannia]

Oh, my dear Lady Marceline, please do forgive my most grievous error.

[He sets his violin down to take her hand]