The feast was finally over and they had already had a few classes under their belt within the last two weeks. He had already done his homework. That was a first. He really wanted to go out to the grounds but he was away too tired and lazy to move. The third year flopped on his bed and looked up at the ceiling. A big, loud yawn escaped his mouth. He looked over at the side of his bed and picked up his guitar. He sat up on his bed and began to tune his new guitar. He was really happy to be able to afford his very own guitar for baby sitting his little sister.

It made him really happy, he loved his old guitar and he brought it here with him but he liked the fact that he was able to buy one of his own. Once he was finally satisfied over the tuning of his guitar he began to strum a song he was working on. It didn't have any lyrics but he had a tune running through his mind.

Now that Henry was pretty set in his habit of early morning runs - sometimes with a roommate or two, sometimes without - he often did several of his other preferred exercises after dinner. One of those said exercises were pull-ups courtesy of the pull-up bar he had put on their dorm room doorway last year. They were really tough to do, especially at first, but they were great for upper body strength and biceps.

He was working on those doorway pull-ups now and he noticed his kneazle, Chewbacca, saunter out the door under his feet as he pulled his body up to the bar again. He couldn't really see where the feline went as he continued but he wasn't too bothered with it. He learned over the past couple years that the kneazle would wander off somewhere quite often but he always returned.

But once he finished his set of pull-ups, he hopped down from the bar and peered out into the hall. Wondering if he wandered into another dorm, Henry started walking, soon hearing music coming from the next floor. Taking the stairs to follow the sound, he stopped at the doorway of the third year boys' dorm. The door was open so he thought it was possible that his pet could have come hear. "Hey Brady!" he grinned at the younger boy as he poked his head in and saw him perched on his bed. "Did you happen to see my kneazle, Chewbacca? I thought he might have come this way."

Brady set his guitar down on the bed and stopped playing for a few moments as he sat up on his bed so he was more comfortable. The third year picked up his guitar again and began to play a totally different song that wasn't his at all. He wasn't going to try to take credit for someone else's work when he was trying to practice making his own music and writing his own songs. The lyrics part wasn't the greatest at the moment but he was getting better at it.

Just as he was in the middle of the song he was playing and singing softly he saw someone peek their head in. He didn't know who it was at first until the older student started talking. Brady shook his head and set his guitar down next to him. "I haven't seen him. Unless he snuck in without me seeing him?" The Scottish teenager shrugged at Henry. "I can't help you find him if you want?" That's if he wanted help but Henry didn't seem like one of those people to refuse help from others.

Henry didn't think Brady would mind him coming in to talk, so he stepped inside as the other boy answered. No, he hadn't seen him, and a cursory glance around the room told Henry the same. No sign of his kneazle. "Maybe.. but he probably didn't immediately hide." It was possible though, but he didn't think so, not with a person in here. "Thanks anyway."

"Oh, that's kind of you," he smiled at the offer. "He's probably around somewhere though. He runs off sometimes but he always finds his way back." So it probably wasn't that big of a deal and he wasn't too worried about it. Not yet at least. Though it was likely he was somewhere in the boys dorms. "So what were you playing?" He nodded towards the boy's guitar.

Maybe he was with his cat? "He could be with my cat? I mean, my cat likes all sorts of animals so he could be with her." Maybe or maybe not, Brady just knew that his cat had stayed in the common room as soon as he

He didn't know where he was going with this song. The music came easy to him but the lyrics not so much. Bradson looked at Henry, he shrugged. "Well I came up with this little tune and I'm trying to fit some lyrics to it but I've never really messed around with my own lyrics before..." writing a song was a lot harder than he thought.

Knowing Chewbacca, Henry didn't really think that was likely though it was not altogether impossible. "Maybe," he said with a half shrug and nod. "I think he'd rather be around people than other cats, to be honest," he added with a little laugh. "But maybe he made a new friend." It wasn't completely unheard of.

His eyes falling on the other boy's guitar, he listened as Brady talked about the son he was playing. "Whoa... you write your own music?" Sure, he said he was still trying to come up with lyrics, but it was so cool that he came up with the tune on his own. "That's really cool.. I don't think I could do that." So he appreciated that someone else could. He just wasn't as musically inclined.

Laundry is dones. Quirly folds all puffs clotheses. Quirly delivers clothesese. Quirly is a goods elf. Does all her choreses for the day. No Sleeps for elves till all chorses are done.

Quirly sees masters. After Quirly puts aways the clotheses. Quirly sees if Masteres needs things.

"dos Masteres needs anythings?" Quirly moves closer tp the masteres ans bows.

That made more sense. "My cat acts like kneazle sometimes." But his cat still looked like a cat. "That would be really awesome if he made a new friend." Or did his cat really act like a dog? Same thing really? Yeah, course it is. "Writing the music comes easier to me than the words." He knew what he wanted the lyrics o be about but he didn't know what words he wanted to put in it exactly. Brady shrugged at him. "I just started to write my own music over the summer before it was mostly just me strumming my guitar here and there whenever a tun would pop into my head." That actually happened a lot, even before he started writing his own music.

Brady looked away from Henry and towards Quirly. He smiled at the house elf. "Do you know how to write a song? Like with lyrics and stuff? I've the sound down but no lyrics?" Was that wrong to ask the house elf? Maybe he could help them find Henry's kneazle. Maybe his mother would let him get a kneazle? He should ask for one for Christmas.

Henry wasn't completely sure what Brady meant by his cat acting like a kneazle. They weren't all that much different to the fourth year and he would expect them to act similarly anyway, but he simply nodded at the other boy. "You never know," he grinned about their pets' potential for making friends. Animals were funny that way.

"Well, I think that's pretty interesting," he nodded. "I like listening to music, but I don't play it. And I'm sure I couldn't write it. I think that takes some talent." Of course, he had talent for other things and wasn't too bothered by it.

Henry's attention was momentarily diverted by the appearance of an elf and he watched as the creature put some clothes away in the third year boys dorm. Huh. That might be interesting, but he didn't know if elves wrote music. Shrugging to himself, he asked, "Have you seen a kneazle around on your way in here? Mine seems to have wandered off.."

Bradson has always heard muggles talking about how cats and dogs hate each other and then there were those muggles that would talk about how cats acted like dog and vice versa. Muggles were strange but very interesting. "I think it's just a thing that muggles say." The Scottish boy nodded. "You hear the oddest things when you're walking the streets of London." Or was it just him that heard these things.

"Have you ever tried to play it?" Was that too much to ask? He was curious. He knew that there were tons of people out in the world that loved to listen to music and that was perfectly fine but he felt as if there were a handful of people that are musically talented that were wasting their gift.

"A thing that muggles say?" Henry knit his eyebrows together, growing even more confused by Brady's words. "That cats act like kneazles?" That was all he heard Brady say on it, not following his thought process. Kneazles were magical cats anyway, so of course they would act similar? But.. "I don't think muggles know what kneazles are," he chuckled, then shrugged. "Most of my family are muggles. I don't think they say odd things." Okay, well, everyone said odd things sometimes, he just didn't think muggles were much different having such familial ties.

"No, I've never tried," he shrugged with a small smile. "I guess I never really had the interest or the time." He always had a ton of other interest that took up his time. Plus, he didn't think everyone had to have the same interests. "I like listening though," he added cheerfully.