Over and over again she played the same note, until she was absolutely positive she was playing it correctly each and every time. Then onto the next note she went. It was extremely repetitive but this was how she was going to learn to play. Start small and work through it. Just like dancing and quidditch. If she couldn’t focus on just one note she wouldn’t be able to play a full song.

It was about the time she had reached the third note that someone greeted her by name. The voice only was enough to make her want to get up and walk away. Quinn. Of all the people that could have happened upon her and her terrible violin playing it had to be her. What had she done to the universe to deserve this?

For several moments Rylee said nothing. Her mind racing, trying to find a way out of talking. She could ignore her or tell her to go away but this was Reese’s girlfriend. All she needed now was more reason to drive her brother away sooner. And it was just Quinn that she was upset with lately… it was everything.

“Hello, Quinn,” Rylee finally managed by way of greeting. Her blue eyes focused solely on the violin in her hands. “Mm… it doesn’t but it’s better than it has been.” No sense in lying about how her playing sounded. “A few weeks.” Not very long at all.

Gosh this was awkward. Probably even worse than their first encounter on the train and every other time after that until they had figured things out and became friends. That was before though, now she had no idea what they were.