 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
It seemed like the besties were stuck as he was. Or at least Bry was. “Uh huh. That’s the one. Maria reminds me of dad playing his guitar.” Like Bry, Ary knew some of the lyrics to a couple of the songs but he only sang to himself because… well, he didn’t inherit his dad’s musical talent. One of his favourite things to do was sing with Jan and Jan was just as bad. Together, they made The Terrible Singing Slytherin Duo ™.
As Bry mentioned the image with the car, he peered at it again. “Nope, doesn’t ring a bell for me.” What a pity he was rubbish with these old time-y movies. Not that it mattered because all the answers were soon revealed. And now that they were, Ary realised that he did know the titles of the movies. Ah well. When the camera appeared on his desk, he took some time to examine it. “Group work then?’’ he asked the two on either side of him. “Er… not much interests me… just the Hollywood sign, I guess?” |