Because Connor hasn't really met people...

[teen-twin.livejournal.com]

Connor is in the third floor commons room writing furiously in a battered old notebook, or looking out at the sky beyond the windows, staring as if in a trance as the song he's trying to write rolls around in his head. There is occassionally a low, gutteral mumbling, which can be generalised to say "Murphy is a better songwriter than he is" but includes a few colorful cuss words. In Gaelic.

There is a pizza box on the table in front of him. He might share, if anyone wants to stop and visit.


[OOC: Connor's mun must away for a bit. Will be back shortly Back!]