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He's done it again. Cornelius Orion Baltazar has lost Mustard, the bearded dragon, again! The boy kept telling himself he did not lose the Mustard. The Mustard lost itself. It wasn't his fault, really. Cornelius had provided the lizard with different options of settlement. There were his pockets, which thanks to his dad's help were made roomy for the lizard. There was his hair, it made a great bed, soft and bouncy. Then there were his shoulders. Room everywhere. But did the Mustard appreciate all of that? No.
Hands tucked into his pockets and ignoring the empty feeling, Cornelius strolled down the corridor, not freaking out yet. If Mustard didn't turn up in a while then that's when he'll allow himself to lose his beans.
That's when he heard a soft faint tune. Music. Cornelius had to find! Taking larger steps towards the sound, the boy poked his curly head into the compartment. "Is that a guitar I hear?"
Oh, heeeeey!
"Hey, Vivian." Long time no see.
Vivian was just casually singing along to honestly whatever song came into mind. But maybe it was a bit too loud that it could actually reach the eardrums of whoever was outside. But, of course, why would Vivian ever think of it that way? She was so engrossed at strumming to the chords and humming to certain parts of the song she didn't remember the lyrics to. When someone poked in her compartment, the Slytherin abruptly stopped, blinked at the boy standing in front of her, and turned pink.
Oh, Merlin, that was sort of embarrassing.
But good thing it was a familiar face! Otherwise she would've turned as red as a tomato and crawled her way inside her luggage and hide there. Err... right. "
Hi, Cornelius!" the blonde said and moved her guitar to her side. "
Was my jamming a little bit too loud?" Or was her fail!plucking evident? She had only learned how to play this a couple of weeks ago!
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Wanna come sit?" Company would be greatly appreciated, anyway, despite her loudness.