Her movements would soon slow when music faintly filled the halls, her brows furrowing at the sour notes that came from the music room. Aren’t people supposed to be good at this? She thought to herself as she approached the room, her original plans put on a temporary pause as she listened carefully all while she grimaced at the notes that didn’t sound quite right. It seemed like the stranger inside of the classroom felt the same, especially with how she sat on the stool sulking over the instrument she held in her hands; mumbling pathetically under her brea– was that a Spongebob reference?
“Oh you can’t be serious…” She breathed out in disbelief, her words barely a whisper as she peered from the entrance of the room while trying to suppress the laughter that threatened to spill out. Would she even be good at playing mayonnaise if it even was an instrument? How would you even play that?
Almost like she had enough, Harley soon pushed herself away from the entrance without much thought and carefully stepped into the classroom; pale colored eyes watching the stranger, hoping she wouldn’t turn yet. When she managed to get close to the girl though, she leaned her head down to whisper, “Mayonnaise isn’t an instrument though.” She smirked at the words, soon taking a step back.