"Vanya's really nice! And he's a sophomore so he knows a ton of stuff and his affinity's music so a lot of it is stuff I can learn."

“That’s super neat!”

"--his affinity is music?"

Is he in an enclave already. Please god let him not be in an enclave already.

"Yeah! Like mine! Except I think mine might be more specific, I'm not sure. We can go look for him in Sacramento's reading room."

"--oh you're so lucky," he sighs. "Yes please!!"

The Sacramento reading room in the library contains Landon from senior year, Tristan from the juniors, and Cassie and Vanya. Vanya has a silence-spell up so he can sing to himself while he reviews spell notes. He doesn't even slightly notice people arriving. 

Raleigh is just getting back from the stacks with some history reference books, and does notice. "Hi, Rebecca! And Zeke, right? And...hi? I don't know if we've met?" 

"This is, uh - I didn't get his name, he's from Paris and liked my singing and I thought I'd introduce him to Vanya?"

"Oh, cool. Hey. Just a second - Vanya? ...Oh, right, he's got his sound-blocking up. One moment." Raleigh crosses the room to tap Vanya's shoulder. 

Vanya is very jumpy! He startles up, papers flying everywhere. 

"...Oh. Sorry." 

"Um...." Why is every single interaction he tries to have with Vanya so agonizing now. "Your friend Rebecca met a guy from Paris who wanted to meet you because he likes music stuff?" 

"Oh." Vanya tries to reassemble his scattered notes. 

"Uh, here, let me help you... Rebecca, you guys can come in if you want? Just mind the rope, it's warded." (The rope is Larisa's defensive wards artifact, currently strung across the doorway, but with an obvious handle to pull it aside and step through.) 

Rebecca goes past the rope and helps pick up notes. "He was maybe interested in buying some time with Gloria!" she tells Vanya.

"Jean Dulac. It's a pleasure."

Rebecca's new friend is tiny and dignified and has an equally tiny dignified French accent. He's all decked out in a Paris power-sharer and a teeny tiny ponytail and just a touch of expertly applied makeup.

He's so tiny and dignified and French! ...Probably a he? 'Jean' is a boy's name in French, Vanya is pretty sure. 

(He's kind of cute? In a completely different way from Talat nope nope nope, Vanya immediately feels deeply ashamed of having this thought and stomps on it.) 

"Vanya Lipovsky," he says. "Pleased to meet you." He smiles, shyly. "I - heard you like music?" 

"More than anything in the world." He's a little breathless just thinking about it.

"He followed us into the girls' bathroom!" says Chloe.

"I was just singing Scarborough Fair," Rebecca says. "Now he wants to get a room with good acoustics? And maybe we could do concerts if there are people who'd pay admission."

"She was singing Scarborough Fair beautifully."

"...Sorry, Scarborough Fair? Oh, right, is it this one -?" And he hums it for them. 

"Yeah! Do you know any harmonies to it - if you don't I do, I learned some when my voice teacher let me borrow her looper - ooooh can I make a looper in shop, how do I get it to assign me one -"

“That’s for singing in harmony with yourself? Yeah, I might be able to do that! I don’t know any good harmonies to it.”

"Okay you can be melody then - one, two, three -"

Vanya sings. 

He has a very nice voice, too, a rich warm tenor. 

Rebecca does harmony with the same words sometimes, and other times does a polyphonic "aaah" along with him, especially if they don't seem likely to agree on all the words.