Five instruments. Well, everyone had their own niche of interests, didn't they? Connor could talk up a blue streak about different Quidditch tactics and discuss the merits of misprinted Wizarding Trading Cards and the reasons why you wouldn't want to have too many cards of Merlin. Prim, well, she really couldn't say much, so this wasn't such a bad choice. Not really.

Settling in next to her a bit more, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. 

"You're pretty amazing, Little Thief," he told her as she was taking up his hand and showing him what to do with his fingers. He felt like a gorilla trying to hand knit with silk. "I'll just mess it all up," he assured her, but she was insistent. 

He was right, though. He kept messing up. He felt like he'd said sorry a thousand times, as he tried to keep his plonking at a reasonable pace, but he knew it wasn't working right. It sounded like he was pounding as hard as possible on the keys, but he was trying to be light and nimble like her fingers were. 

"You're bloody good," he grumbled, giving up with a deliberate banging on this keys after they'd been working at him trying to do this for a solid minute. Merlin, he was tired. Resting his giant, gorilla forehead on her tiny little shoulder, he groaned dramatically. "Just play something pretty and delicate and I'll just listen," he assured her.