Kirley really wasn't big on quietly navigating the halls. He managed to wake all of his roommates up whilst gathering his "supplies" for the meeting, got random objects thrown at his head, and cursed up a storm in response as he darted from the room, dodging a flying quidditch boot. Damned quidditch players were always so violent, and he was sure Robards wanted to kill him in his sleep. The man was a maniac, really.

He walked quickly to the owlery, wearing a pair of tight-fitting ripped jeans and a black t-shirt that was probably a size too small and held together on one side with a couple of safety pins. Early punk music was his current obsession, and he had taken to dressing like a member of the Sex Pistols when he could be arsed to pick out an outfit at all. Usually it was easier to wear robes. So much less effort involved. But anyway, the Sex Pistols were brill. Who cared if they were muggles?

He made it to the owlery and grinned before opening the door, slinging his guitar (unfortunately acoustic, as he could hardly be bothered to bring an amp to school, much less be forced to find a place to plug it in) and started playing a few chords as he walked in.

And then he began to sing, making up ridiculous lyrics as he went along. "Meeting Alecto in the owlry. It's so dark I can scarcely see. I've walked so long through the halls--wait! There she is, sitting by the wall! He grinned and played a last, resonating chord before closing the distance between them and taking a seat in front of her. His serenade had woken some of the owls and some were hooting unhappily at their interrupted slumber. "Think I might've made them angry," he said, raising his eyebrows comically. "Don't think they like my music."