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Simon looked up when someone else joined, but she went to talk to Finley. While they discussed a song and began to play (it was really pretty), Mattie took a moment to write out a reply. Smart idea, he didn't want to interrupt the older kids. He read over her words, then wrote his own. "I prefer things neat and scheduled, but I suppose that makes me less prepared for life. It is really cool that dad makes things to help people. He does really good work. As for meeting outside of music club, I'd really like that. I'd really like to have a new friend. Plus I can show you some basic signing, if you want. We can meet at lunch tomorrow, maybe? Or some other day. Or after classes, even." He handed over the page, offering a smile. Mattie seemed really nice, and it was always good to have friends, especially ones who were good in chaotic situations.

Simon hurried to music club, hoping not to be late. Admittedly, the club had more of an open door policy, rather than actual meetings, but he still disliked being tardy. His drumsticks of the day were clutched in hand, a book of percussive practice steps in the other. When he finally got there, he spotted Finley the trumpeter, Mattie looking... very emotional, and another person whom he did not know. She looked familiar, and Simon figured he'd probably spotted her in the common room. It's where he chose to spend quite a bit of his time, anyway, so it'd make sense. Otherwise, it was just one of the other metamorphs from the new class, of which there were three. Simon's rare trait was suddenly not so rare. Part of him appreciated that, as he didn't like being the odd one out. But three in one class... was just a statistical anomaly, surely.

Once in the club, he waved over at Mattie, then scooted to the drum kit in the corner. Setting out his music book, he tapped out a few practice rhythms. He hadn't played in almost a whole week since leaving home, and he didn't want to start a complex beat, then get tangled. He still had that issue, but luckily his dad had been playing forever, so there was always someone to turn to for assistance. It was a lot less so while actually at school, though. Maybe he wouldn't embarrass himself. He bit his bottom lip and went for it, trying out a more tricky rhythm. Hopefully Finley would appreciate that it was classed as a jazz rhythm, as Simon was pretty sure the Ravenclaw only ever knew jazz. Maybe that was just in music club, though. As he started, his hair changed from a true blue to a more focused indigo hue. At least the music seemed to flow.

Simon was running a bit late for Music Club, which was pretty rare of him. Typically he was fairly punctual no matter the destination. In this case, he rounded the final corner just as Mattie was walking in. Oh no, had she been late too? Or was his watch running early? Either way, he wasn't sure if she'd be immediately ready for him, so Simon dawdled back a bit. After his watch showed a couple minutes had past, he peeked in the room, then walked in in full. Mattie had set out some papers, and Simon looked a bit confused. Before starting that, he signed over "Good morning, Mattie. Are you excited to be running the show? It seems like changes are already in order for us!" He grinned, hair turning a dark pinkish orange.

He grabbed one of the papers and a pen, carefully filling out all the information in his tiny, organized script. Once done, he handed it back to the girl, then took his usual location at the drum kit that seemed to exist in the room. He tapped out a few basic rhythms, hair changing like someone spilled yellow in the orange hues. He started slow, tapping out a basic rhythm, then incorporating some of the jazzier tones he and Finley had practiced last year, then continued on, having fun playing wild beats. It was so freeing playing the drums, since typically he shrouded himself in silence. The one time he didn't mind being loud and wild was while playing the drums, though usually it was the electric kit with his headphones on at home. Maybe eventually his drumming confidence would seep over into his everyday... but he doubted it.