Tucker had taken to spending more time in the commons lately for the simple reason that he wasn't too keen on being harassed about his homework all the time. Not that Lizzie harassed him all the time, but enough that he tried to stay out of her way on school nights. At least on the weekends she wasn't as likely to get on his case. At least, not until Sunday night. But, tonight was just a regular school night and he was, actually, skimming through some bit of work for Herbology, though his guitar was calling to him from it's haphazard spot on the floor by the couch.

Mostly he was listening as T.J. read snippets from the magazine and gave her opinions on pretty much ever word she read. She'd always done that and he liked it. What he didn't like, in the least bit, was the tired conversation about him coming back to play Quidditch. Giving up on the Herbology, he snapped his book closed, the parchement getting bent in an odd place before he tossed the book to the ground and grabbed up his guitar. 

Checking the tuning, he gave a snort. "Brilliant. Right," he commented, frowning at the sharp sound from the G-string. Turning it the right way, he plucked at it until it sounded right. Strumming a few chords, he looked over at T.J. "You seem to be under the impression that if you just keep saying it over and over that I'll somehow forget that I quit because I wanted to quit. Really, it's not more complicated than that. And you guys are fine without me on the pitch," he reminded her. "You don't need me out there dropping passes and getting distracted by the idea of a melody I wanna play on my guitar," he explained, quietly plucking out a melody he'd been working on for the last few weeks.