It had been days since you last practiced your instrument, due to exams and hours-long study sessions. So, in the confines of your dormitory, you took your viola out of its case, tightening the bow and getting out some sheet music, placing it on a stand. You were playing for maybe a minute, before Regulus, your boyfriend, opened your door and walked in, shutting it behind him.

“Hey, love.” He says briefly, sauntering over to you and placing a chaste kiss on the crown of your head, glancing at your sheet music, his brows furrowing. “What the bloody hell even are those notes?” He says in confusion, not knowing viola notes since he reads treble clef—when he plays the piano briefly—and not alto clef.