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Laurie had settled in quite happily to Gryffindor, though, alas, without much of Jo's company. Since Laurie had never been comfortable around strangers, he was incredibly bored.

As such, Laurie wandered around the castle, thinking longingly of his grand piano back home. He entirely failed to notice where he was until he glanced to the side and realized he'd passed the same statue two or three times. Inwardly cursing (no one in books or in Jo's stories ever got so wrapped up in wishing for pianos they got lost), Laurie wandered around the all again... and ended up exactly where he started.

Damn it- er, bother it all? Mrs. March and his grandfather would give him horrible lectures if they even suspected he'd thought a curse word.

In an effort to stave off guilty thoughts, Laurie turned his attention to the wall. There was, rather suddenly, a door there. Thinking that he'd just missed the door the first few times around, Laurie pulled it open and, much to his astonishment, saw a grand piano in the center of the room. He walked in quickly, without bothering to shut the door after him, and propped open the lid.

After a few scales, Laurie plunged into Liszt's arrangement of Saint- Saens's Danse Macabre, the music pouring out from the open door into the hall.

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Poor Laurie had no idea how loaded that question was. Steph shrugged and tried not to picture 'Uncle' Murray's face. Sick dead bastard. Time to employ patented bat!vasion skills.

"Oh, long, boring story. So what brings you to Hogwarts? Not exactly local, is it?"

"No- I'm from Massachusettes. My friend Jo came here, first. She wrote back and told me of all the fun she was having, and I convinced my grandfather to let me come here for a semester before going back to college. It's studying abroad early, I suppose."

Steph, being a romantic at heart (deep, deep at heart) honed in on one thing.

"So you came all the way to Scotland to be with your ‘friend’?" Adorable!

"Of course," Laurie said simply. "Jo asked me, so I did. It's what friends do for each other. Jo was getting rather lonely up here on her own, after all."

It wasn't like he was half in-love with Jo or anything, nor had he been since they first met. Nope, not at all... and... grandfather would wallop him for lying, even to himself.

"I like to travel, too," Laurie added on, in a effort to keep his crush on Jo from being horrifically obvious. "I've been to England before, but not Scotland. Now was as good a time as any to go."

"All on her own?" Steph feigned miscomprehension. "But this school's crawling with people. Hmm." Hee!

"Traveling’s good! This is my first time living in another country. Up until now, my bragging rights amounted to a class trip to Williamsburg." If you didn't count that other dimension thing with Young Justice. Even then, she had technically still been in Gotham. "I used a loom, but it broke. Wound up with an oven mitt that said 'Ste'."

Good ol’ Ste!

Laurie blushed furiously. "I mean, without any people she knew. She's realy close to her family, and none of them are here with her."

And if Laurie secretly wished Jo rather wanted to see him for reasons other than the lack of her family, Laurie didn't show it. "I didn't know you could knit oven mitts on looms, though. I suppose it was fun?"

Steph nodded sagely, holding back a smile. "Oh, I see. Makes perfect sense."

"Apparently, you can't! That's why it broke in the first place. I still maintain that it was company's fault for letting an eight year old near one of those behemoths. I couldn't sew, let alone loom." Was loom even a verb? "I hate to admit it, but breaking that thing was probably the highlight of the trip."

((ooc; Argh! So sorry for the delay!))

Laurie grinned. "I'm sory your trip was such a bad one then, if your fondest memory is breaking a loom. How do you loom, anyways?"

If 'loom' was not a verb, then Laurie had no idea.

((No worries!))

"I don't think I'm the person to ask! I did learn to sew, eventually. Costumes, and such."

Caaaaareful Steph!

"For school plays!" she said quickly. "Costumes for theater club."

"That must be great!" Laurie exclaimed enthusiastically. "I used to act in plays with my neighbors all the time- er, hey. Um, the Sorting Hat, um... as a bribe, um... wanted me to put on a dress and send it a picture. Do you think that you could, um... help me with that?"

"Are you kidding? Absolutely!" Dress up a Bruce doppelganger in frilly woman's apparel? This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. "With or without a corset?"

"Um... without?" Laurie replied, somewaht baffled. "Jo's always complaining about hers, so, um... I don't think I want one."

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