Who: Jack Sloper and Sam Capper. When: August 29th. Ealry evening. Where: Sam's place. What: Jamming! And amusements. And Hijinks! Rating: Low? Status: Closed/Incomplete.
Getting a spell to make his piano move (not to mention dance!) proved beyond Jack's skill. Or at least, beyond his patience, which was much more likely. So when he headed off to Sam's place, he had only his fiddle and his guitar, both in his cases. The guitar slung over his shoulders and the fiddle case in hand, swinging lightly as he stuffed his feet into his shoes so he didn't show up in his sock feet.
He Apparated then, over to Sam's place, hoping that he didn't land on top of her like he had that one time. Fortunately, he did not. After the gut-lurching feeling subsided briefly, Jack set down his fiddle case, and then shrugged off his guitar and set that down as well. Pausing momentarily to rake his fingers through his wild, messy mop of hair, pushing it out of his hair and further disheveling it.
"Sammy!" he called out then as he flopped himself down on the sofa and making himself easily at home. "I'm here!"