Duuude.

There was a music shop here! Brent looked around, almost sure he'd see his brother Kane in here somewhere. He didn't, but that didn't mean the younger Westwood wasn't around. Brent flipped his hair back and entered the shop. Surely there had to be some pretty cool wizarding tunes in here! He could only hope. Quodpot, or Quidditch at the very least, had been the silver linings to him having to move here from America. Now that he'd figured out both were pretty much a no-go, music was really one of the only things left.

Approaching the displays, he began combing the selections for someone he knew. Ohh, cool! He actually knew all most of these. Brent picked up a selection by The Dead Kneazles and started to look it over. Only, he must have picked it up too quickly, because he dropped it, and it landed safely on the floor by some girl. Perfect, Brent. Way to look like a loser in front of somebody who looks your age. "Uhh, sorry about that," he said. "Guess I got a little too excited about there being a music store here."