"Who on earth is playing the violin? It sounds dreadful. It's more lifeless than a swamp, completely out of tune..." Draco muttered under his breath.
He cast a wistful, aggrieved glance at Allie, who had been drawn in by the music. Even though Allie hadn't ultimately agreed to his request, he wasn't angry about it. Still, he had thoroughly enjoyed that lingering atmosphere; though hard to put into exact words, it had put him in a delightful mood.
And now, this damn music felt like a ruthless intruder, shattering that lovely moment.
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