Greg headed down to the common room. He was wearing a leather jacket with fringes, brown swede pants and a black band tee. He had a guitar over his back, and was leaning on his walking stick as he came into the room.

He grinned. "So, you said any and all questions," he pointed out, grinning at the other boy, the one he was coming to think of as a friend, "So... my question is, what genre?"

He swung the guitar around as he dropped onto a sofa, so that he could cradle the acoustic in his lap. He grinned.

"Music. Always more fun than work."