 be curious, not judgmental
Becca managed to smile while she played Happy Birthday and the present Ravenclaw population sang along. The expression on Plymouth's face was completely priceless! What a precious kid. As the song came to a close, the fifth year tagged on a spiffy little jazz lick at the end.
Yes. Yes, she did think she was cool.
While Plymouth went around hugging everyone in the pool, Becca wrinkled her nose and called to him, "Uh, I'll accept my hug later. When you're not wet, y'know." She plopped down on the couch she had been standing on and propped her legs up on the wooden coffee table in front of her. "How about some chill pool side tunes?" she asked no one in particular, did not wait for a reply, then began to improvise a smooth, soft jazz song. Background music. Always necessary for a rad party.
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