I smile at the morning. Weird. I haven't been happy to wake up in ages.

"Morning," Wendy says.

"Okay wow, sneaky, I didn't realise you were here," I say.

"I mean. How would I not be?" Wendy asks.

I laugh.

"I guess," I say.

She sits on the bed.

"I never got to hear about how you live. I'm not, you know, from a muggle family but muggles are fascinating," Wendy says.

"Um. I don't know. I'm a pretty normal kid. I was good at biology? I am shit at maths, I was never the most popular kid in school and oh yeah, I was in a very joking band for a while, playing guitar and second up singer so I did pretty good I would say," I say.

"Guitar?" Wendy asks.

"You... don't have guitars?" I ask.

"No no, we do. I play a lot of guitar myself, we have one. Just, the school has a band and that band has a couple of really talented players leaving, you should totally try out!" Wendy says.

"I-I don't know," I say.

"I mean, I'm certain you wouldn't loose too much by doing it. And you can always choose, if you want to do something else," Wendy says.

I nod.

"I guess," I say.

Wendy nods.

"Can you play a bit? If I get you the guitar?" Wendy asks.

"I... I guess? Just be prepared for a ton of mistakes," I say.

She leaves. After a while, she comes back with a nailon guitar. Which is a good thing, I cannot play the other ones quite as well.

"I'm not good at singing though," I say.

"Do what you're comfortable with," Wendy says.

I take a deep breath and put my finger on the first, playing it to see if the guitar is in playing shape.

"No, a little off key," I say.

I start getting it ready. I would presume the rest of them are as well... if that one is.

"I never could tell," Wendy says.

"It's easy," I say.

I play the second one.

"It should sound like it would on piano," I say.

I start getting that one to key as well, going through them as quickly as I can.

"So are the playable now or-?" Wendy asks.

"Sounds like you wouldn't know. Yeah, should be. Let me think of something," I say.

I start slowly going through the placements as a reminder.

"I've heard Kyle plays too. I'm sure both of you are a lot better than me," Wendy says.

I roll my eyes, laughing slightly.

"Come on, you haven't heard it, Wendy," I say.

I start trying to play, stumbling over a couple of parts of it, obviously, I haven't played in almost nine months. That's enough for me, as a shit guitarist already, to forget this shit.

"Hey," Wendy says.

I look at her.

"You think you'll ever be comfortable enough to sing in front of me?" Wendy asks.

I shrug.

"I'm not really keen on singing in front of anyone that doesn't accidentally hear me in the shower," I say.

She laughs. Oh I thought it was a shit joke.

"You sing in the shower?" She asks.

"You don't? Are you human?" I ask.

"Of course I am. I just don't sing in the shower. Apparently Patty does though, which is more than enough evidence for me to say that you're all crazy," Wendy says.

"Fuck you, I'm not crazy," I say.

"But that's exactly what a crazy person would say," Wendy says.

We both start laughing like hell.

"How are you Slytherin?" I ask.

Wendy looks at me.

"What does that mean then?" Wendy asks.

"It means that you sound like Hufflepuff with how kind you are," I say.

"What's kind about calling you crazy?" Wendy asks.

"It's the kind of name calling we do a lot, us Hufflepuffs. It's playful," I say.

I smile at her.

"I like it," I say.

"Aw," Wendy says.

"But really, I can be a bitch if I want to," she says.

"Everyone can. You don't want to anger Kyle, he's definition of a person that will absolutely kick your ass no matter gender, blood or colour," I say.

"No, really, I learned a language just so I can fuck someone over. I perfected it just out of jealousy," she says.

"Well, I've gotta watch out," I say.

She laughs.

"Yes, yes you have to," she says.

She looks down at the guitar.

"Can I-? I'm not good but maybe you could, you know, teach me a little bit," she says.

I give her the guitar.

"You do know how to get an A right?" I ask.

She puts her three fingers on the strings.

"But ultimately," I say.

I play all the strings

"The A most people learn doesn't sound as good as the one that doesn't take much more," I say.

I play all the others but the top one.

"Try it," I say.

She does as I did.

"Awesome. You will most likely know D and EM, those don't really need any tricks. Hm... C. Are you any good at that?" I ask.

"No. I never get it right," Wendy says.

I put her fingers on the right places.

"Does that hurt? Some people would say 4/4 is a bit big for someone out height but I have long arms," I say.

"I'm fine. But how does that go again?" Wendy asks.

"First place, second string from down. Sorry, I can't for the life of me say it the right way," I say.

She clearly knows what I mean.

"Fourth string from down, second place," I say.

She puts that on as well.

"And fifth string, third place," I say.

This is where her fingers start rising a bit.

"Middle finger would probably, personally, go here," I say, pointing to the fourth string.

It looks a lot easier.

"Then you just play all the others but the first," I say.

She does it.