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Who: Camile, anyone else who'd like some random play with a slightly random boy!
What: Busking, coffee?
Where: A couple streets over and down from Diagon Alley, Muggle London
When: Saturday Afternoon, 2ish
Rating: Not very high, I expect
Status: Open/In progress.



London needed better music. And Camile had taken it upon himself to be the source of that better music. All the crap that was on the radio, it was ridiculous and sickening and the lyrics were annoying, not to mention atrocious. He didn't need lyrics for what he did. It was pure and raw, emotion from strings. Nothing else was needed, in his humble opinion.

So, he'd applied and gotten a permit to busk in the city of London. And he'd taken full advantage today. The sun was shining and the streets were busy. Maybe he'd enrich someone life today! He wasn't conceited at all. So, he'd packed his cello and a fold-away chair, put a leash on Chester and, after grabbing a couple cups of coffee, headed for the nearest street corner. He managed without tripping once! It was a good day.

Here, he set his case on the ground, opened it up for contributions to his efforts. He tied Chester to the foot of his chair and sat down. He held his cello as he flicked his bow, warmed up his fingers. He looked down at his cat and had to laugh. "You're fine, Chester. Just chill out and enjoy the music."

He started one of his favourite pieces.