Logan
Best news I’ve had all day
Tue Jun 3, 2014 16:35
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Logan pulled the harp onto its back legs again and started to play Danny Boy, adding occasional ornamentation with his left hand. People liked the song—sometimes they cried, and when people felt all emotional, they tipped better—but Logan had never bothered learning a regular accompaniment for the melody. He just had to improvise in D minor, and that was easy enough. Logan usually went with slow, sad triads or arpeggios. Simple, elegant, and nostalgic.

He nodded to show Grace he was listening until he could finish the song. There were definitely perks to being a sixth year with a best friend who’d been held back a year—especially when it was someone like Grace. Logan didn’t know when the older girl had gotten such acidic contempt for authority, but it was convenient when he needed magic done outside of school. With a March birthday, Logan still had a few months to go.

Having finished the song to the chink of more coins in his hat, he checked his collection basket. Not bad. If he stayed another few hours, he could double it at least… but then again, the sky might not hold back much longer. Iced coffee sounded really good; Logan had had some fluffy croissant thing (he wasn’t much of a breakfast food person) a few hours ago, and he needed something to tide him over until dinner.

For a “growing teenage boy,” Logan didn’t eat much like one. It was probably the pickiness thing, his mom had decided. “You just don’t like eating as much as everyone else does.” Logan had shrugged and admitted it. It was true enough.

From his pocket, he took a small square of fabric that expanded impossibly when he shook it. In a moment, he was holding the corner of his harp case. He switched all of his levers to the down position and maneuvered the harp into its blue case, gesturing for Grace to pick up his books. (He wasn’t sure if she would, but it was worth a shot.) The stool went next, flattening and fitting in a secondary pocket of the case. Logan pocketed the coins he’d earned and set the top hat on his head at a jaunty angle. “Iced coffee sounds good,” he signed, slinging the strap across his shoulder so he could carry the harp. It had a feather-light charm on it, which made the job easier; Logan abjectly refused to Shrink his harp, positive that resizing it would break every string. “Lead the way.”

  • Grace flipped through the pages, as though she could read sheet music, like it really fascinated her. She didn’t recognize much, except a few titles here and there. It had to be a book of Celtic... more
    • Best news I’ve had all day — Logan, Tue Jun 3 16:35
      • It's the simple things in lifeGrace, Tue Jun 3 20:20
        Grace hummed along with the familiar Danny Boy as Logan played. Her humming was less off key than her actual singing. It was sad, really. If Grace was anywhere close to decent, she and Logan could be ... more
        • Tis a gift to be simpleLogan, Fri Jun 6 19:37
          Logan spent most of his life being steered by women. When it wasn’t Celeste and Lia and Savannah in Boston and New York, it was Charline and Grace at RMI. Almost surprisingly, his mother was the... more
          • Tis a gift to be free?Grace, Sat Jun 7 22:59
            Grace patiently waited for the answer to her question. Sometimes, due to the sign language thing and the need for a free hand, their conversations had a slowness to them. It didn’t bother her, which... more
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