"Aah, thank you." Snufkin spares a glance back down the corridor from which this fellow came; the festivities can still be heard from here, albeit faintly. "I had a great deal of practice from my time back home."

A good thing, too; most music classes didn't much care to worry about a harmonica. What he's got now is what he'll have to make do with.

He sits back with a hum. "Valhudor is a fine enough house," he comments, notably wearing their colours under his shawl, "but sometimes it can be a little much compared to what I'm used to... We had plenty of parties in the Valley, but hardly any of them were as lively as this..."

But such is a consequence of giving a bunch of kids magic powers.

"What sort of place do you come from?"