“…♫♪ Though I am nothing to her…though she must rarely look at me…” Strum. Strum. “…and though I could never woo heeerrr—“ What. WHY WAS CUTTY’S HAND ON HIS LUTE’S STRINGS?! He was singing for Fawkes sake, and he was getting applauses from someone, and how dare he inter—Ooooh…The Slytherin cringed a bit as he scooted away from his spot. Eh. He didn’t hear what Cutty said to the girl, but his companion did look upset.

Something went wrong. Fosho.

The Slytherin shifted his attention to the newcomers instead. There was an older girl—a badged girl, a red head who looked really, really cool, and Agatha…who didn’t look so attractive with that bird on her head. Hahaha. Funny sight.

Anyway.

“Greetings, m’lady!” The Slytherin tipped his feathered hat as he approached the Head Girl. “I hope you don’t mind if I sit here, and regale you with my music.” he said as he plopped down on the floor near the girl’s armchair, and positioned his lute to continue playing the instrument and to sing. He was well away from Cutty and his friend, so it was okay to play again, yes? Yes.

Ethan cleared his throat, and was about to continue the song when he saw Cutty get up from his spot, gave everyone a nod of acknowledgement and walked towards the exit. Oooh snap. Things didn’t really go well with his female companion, eh? The Slytherin felt bad for him—although he wasn’t quite sure as to why. Cutty seemed…disappointed. Sad, maybe?

The Slytherin sighed and instead sang a different medieval song. “Alas, my love ye do me wrong…♫♪…to cast me off discourteously…” Strum. Strum. “…for I hAvve loved you well and looong…dElighting—“ What…was that squeak? “…dEeelight…” Pause.

Blink.

Voice break. Ethan cleared his throat again and excused himself from the crowd. Yeah, he should tell his dad now about this. Merlin. That was embarrassing!