Ava & Open
As the fort had been built, Ava had built herself what she called an exceptionally tall room of pillows. She'd had to lengthen some of them with a few charms. The quilts had been very carefully balanced. Once she had built her own little room, she had taken her shrunken harp out of her pocket and tried and tried. It took some doing but she finally returned the damned thing to it's original size. Her wordless wand work was getting a bit better but it was still difficult.
She waited until everyone was settled, glad that the pillows and blankets would muffle sound naturally so she wouldn't disturb too many people. But she sat on her pillow pile and played because it had been ages since she had done so. It was like she had almost forgotten the solace that music could be.