Frank found inside the house to be much too loud for him to enjoy anyone's presence. His parents had wanted to come, said it was a tradition. he had never seen anything like it. The youngest kid here had to be a first year, and yet there were the oldest professors here too. What a gathering! Frank thought it was a social marvel, really.
So they had all went together. His parents, Neville and Hannah, his sister Alice and himself, and their practically adopted child Rise. Rise had been sticking close to his parents, but Alice had went off too explore immediately, not that he or his parents noticed. He had been seperated from Rise and his family, and headed his way outside.
He had shrunk his guitar and now he withdrew it and enlarged it to regular size, and headed out across the lawn. He found a small pond, and a large rock overlooked it. It was pensive and he thought it would be nice to sit and play there awhile. He didn't care if his clothes got a little dirty. He clambered atop the rock and began plucking at the strings of his guitar. Content.
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