stars cast a strange glow upon this place.

[thesuncame]

Rory Finnigan is sitting on the grass, her wand in one hand and a peculiar looking guitar resting in her lap. It is dirty and old and half the strings are broken and sticking out in all directions. It looks, to put it simply, like junk, and that is exactly what it is. Having found it sadly cast aside in a dumpster back home during the summer, Rory

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[poison_asp]

*walks up to her and sits* Do you want some help? *staring at the guitar, somewhat amazed*

[thesuncame]

*looks up, rather frazzled* Ah, yes, actually! I'm completely stumped. *looks down at the broken guitar*

Do you know much about guitars?

[poison_asp]

No, I've never even seen one this close, only at concerts. I think the strings are supposed to be connected though. *picks up one of the strings, lays it flat along the neck and looks up at her* Like that.

Do you play?

[thesuncame]

*laughs* Yeah, i'm pretty sure they are too. *looks at him curiously*

No, but my friend back home did. I do want to learn, though. Just have to fix this thing first.

[takingmefaraway]

*walks by and stares*

Errr...

What is that?

[thesuncame]

*looks up*

It's called a guitar. It plays music! *looks down at it* Err, well it will, once i get it fixed...

[takingmefaraway]

Oh.

Do you need any help?

[thesuncame]

Well...

*licks her thumb, leans over to a textbook and flips a page, squinting her eyes at the words*

Perhaps. I'm pretty sure i'm the worst witch in the entire Wizarding world.