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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate had been missing her cello at times back home, and that strange room in Hogwarts lead her to a supply of instruments one day as she had reminisced about them. Some strange, but one was familiar. Kate smiled, and gave a pat to the soft swell of her stomach before she picked up the cello. Starting to show a little but she can still play for now before she gets too big.

She carefully lugged it up to the owlrey, and set up the cello and bow before her as she sat down on a stone cropping. And then the sound of strings started to fill the New York air. If the triffids tried to get too close she'll head back inside.

(ooc: open to whenever, should be EPing more often over here)

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[shadelet.livejournal.com]

There is giggling inside the cello.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

(ooc: Awww hee!)

Kate stopped playing for a moment, and tilted her head to listen.

[shadelet.livejournal.com]

"That tickles!" she is informed.

Then, a small girl emerges wispily through the soundboard's holes. "Hi!"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate blinked, and then smiled at the little girl.

"Oh hi, what were you doing hiding in there?" She laughed back.

[shadelet.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't hiding! I was listening!"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Listening in there? Acoustics be a bit funny wouldn't it?"

[shadelet.livejournal.com]

You just used a word she doesn't know.

"It tickles," she repeats.

"I'm Penumbra. Who're you?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Being a musician, she can rattle off some terms, but be happy to explain.

"Oh ok, I'm Kate, nice to meet you."

[shadelet.livejournal.com]

"Hey, what songs do you know?"

[bad-luck-wolf.livejournal.com]

"I didn't know you were a musician," Garo remarks, mildly, as he approaches.

He's changed, lately - It's subtle, but there's something definitely different. Nothing really tangible, more like the smell of silvery-blue moonlight, the whisperings of a forest, the cold tingle in the air before a heavy fog sets in.

It's one of those things that's noticeable, but difficult to place.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She glanced up as she kept playing, the notes drawing softer so she could carry on conversation.

"I am. Studied the cello for years now. Been missing it. How are you?"

[bad-luck-wolf.livejournal.com]

"As well as ever. Been dealing with the various forms of plantlife still hanging around. There were one or two incursions of Sith, too - I think some of them have been brought into that there queen's service."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She tensed at that, and there was a discordant note hit on the strings.

"I haven't seen any Sith on patrols, just some of the plantlife. Though wouldn't that mean the Sith are on the wrong coast?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I dunno. Either they travel fast, or McQueen does. They haven't gone far into the city, at all, before. Not an invasion force, just scouts and spies."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She frowned more, and her hand reflexively went to her stomach.

"Have to keep an eye on them then. The less intel to take back the better. Shame the triffids can't solve the problem for us."

[bad-luck-wolf.livejournal.com]

"Don't really want to say this, but we may be at war. Possibly. It's hard to say. Does trying to devour the city with a giant magical plant count as a declaration of war?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't be the first time the city's been under attack... but if it was an deliberate attack... then yes."

She sighed, and set down her bow.

"Just came from a war a year ago. Didn't want to have to be there again."

[will_scarlett]

Will sits and listens to her play, finding a seat on one of the stone areas in the owlery.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She smiled warmly when she noticed him, and started to play a medieval piece she remembered learning some time ago.

[will_scarlett]

After a few moments, he recognizes the piece and begins to sing.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Her smile widened. His voice was nice, and she liked his singing as she continued to play.

[will_scarlett]

Soon he moves to stand behind her, his hands on her shoulders as he sings, this is just wonderful.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She tilted her head up to peer upward at him, still playing to the end of the song.

"Should sing more often," she commented after the song was over.

[will_scarlett]

He leans down to kiss her,

"Mm, love to 'ear yer play."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She kissed him back contently, and replied, "Glad you like it."