Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-14800267-20130812065835/@comment-14800267-20130904143055

"I have been waiting for the majority of you to get in- this is the first class of the year and I never expect my students here on time when you're all busy working out your new classrooms and such and so forth!" Professor Piper said, half to Miss Snowline, half to the class in general. "Now, let us get started shall we? quite a few of you here... Lovely to see your smiling new faces..."

Jane, who was about to say something to her tenuious ally in apathy and arrogance, Carmen, sneered at the patronizing statement. The professor was too engrossed in grabbing a swathe of sheet music to notice.

"Now... All of you have some musical experience, I gather. We need to organize you into sections and see what your levels are at. Shall we start with..." He squinted into the student scrum and singled out a feathered hat at the back. In his many experienced years, those who sat up the back and wore lavish dress were usually children of villians and tended to be prickly. Best get it over with before they had a chance to come up with creative ways of being difficult. "You there young lady. Miss..." He glanced over the register. Yes, there was really only one that fit the look. He'd been right to assume the worst. "Hook. Your instrument?"

Jane pressed her lips together in annoyance. She hadn't intended on being called to the fore so very early in the game. However, her brand of wicked was not based in rudeness, but in deep seated darkness of the soul so she stood, taking a moment to fluff her jackat back out, and wended over to a very basic and thoroughly decerpid and cheap (in her opinion) instrument that looked a little like a skinny piano. "That would be harpsichord." She provided, hesitating at the sight of the threadbare velvet stool, before sitting gingerly on the edge. "My level is moderate. Taught by my father on a far nicer machine than this." She played a few bars of 'Largo for Harpsichord' as she spoke "But clearly missing fingers for the most complex of chords." She finished on a forceful note, sending the Professor a sharp glare, daring him to make a comment.

He was surprised at her obedience. If it hadn't been for her death glare at the end, he might have thought she was going to be quite a difference breed from her father. To avoid further conflict, he cleared his throat and nodded vigorously "Very good, very good! I'm certain we can work that in, such a classic instrument! Now, next..." he scanned the group for the next student....

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