Ernie just grinned, paying no attention to her blush, instead just leaning back in his chair again.
"Well, I hoped you wouldn't mind, though if I'm bothering you, I can always go back to my Potion's essay." But he really didn't want to quite yet if he could avoid it. The distraction was nice.
He looked at the instrument, all nestled in its case. The French Horn was a very beautiful instrument. "Is it a difficult instrument to play? I mean, I don't know much about musical instruments at all, but my impression is that some are easier to pick up than others..."