Ryan looked up from the 6th year Ravenclaw he was charming to see his twin storming out of one of the practice rooms, sheet music and violin in hand. Pausing the girl with a dismissive wave of his hand he took off at a short sort of run and shouted, "Riley!" before his brother could get too far down the corridor. Grabbing his brother bodily he dragged him back into the practice room and gave him a perturbed look, as if Ryan was the one who'd just been assaulted and not the other way around. Hand on his hips in an exagerated fashion he cocked his head and asked, "What's going on? I know that look, and if you're so bloody determined to play that thing, you've got to practice longer than the four minutes it takes for you to tire of the piece you've chosen." It had been years since Riley had shared his original pieces with Ryan, but that didn't mean the older of the two (by fourteen minutes, thank you very much!) didn't know his brother's work habits nearly as well as his own.