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Sam stayed perfectly silent, listening closely to the beautiful melodies emanating from the piano under command of Marie's fingertips. He couldn't help being reminded of Amy as the music went on. She likes to play the piano, as well, he thought.

As the bell rang to signal the beginning of second period, Sam reluctantly rose from his front-row-centre seat. He smiled at Marie again, saying, "Thank you for allowing me to listen to you, milady! I'll see you in Drama!" With that, he left the auditorium for the Physical Science classroom. Sam was a bit surprised when he made it there without incident. The class went by quickly, as did Psychology. From there, he moved on to Drama. He chose a seat near the centre, laughing inwardly as Lite received several demerits. When the lunch bell sounded, Sam made his way to the cafeteria, filling a tray with mashed potatoes, lightly-steamed carrots and broccoli, smoked salmon, a roll, and applesauce.

Marie waved Sam off as she gathered her music and things to head to Anatomy. She was a little frustrated to have not gotten any work done, but she had the rest of the year, really, to do what she wanted.

Anatomy was fun and interesting. Marie enjoyed science in a lot of ways. She was a curious person, so those classes always intrigued her. The bell rang all too soon before she knew it she was taking a seat in Japanese History. She saw Sergey enter and smiled smally with a blush… only to blush deeper moments later as he seemed to make sure to sit away from her. He must still be upset with me or something. Marie pondered. That bell came as well and Marie ignored Sergey as she left, assuming he just wanted to be left alone. Drama was amusing as she thought it would be. Sitting with Mal, Sam, and getting to know Lite and his ‘ways’.

Leaving the Drama classroom, Marie spotted Sergey making his way to the cafeteria for lunch. “Hey Sergey,” she acknowledged him and acted as if the morning never happened. It seemed like something he would have rather avoided, so why not ignore the event?

But then Sam had gotten to him first and Marie withdrew. Flustered a bit, she went back to the piano to work and see if she could get some time back that she had lost this morning. Maire climbed the stairs with a little less grace in her step.

Marie took Sergey’s presence unnoticed as she was already at the piano by the time he got there, slumped over her work on the piano. Literally. Marie was standing with some sheets spread on the top of the piano, bent over that, her back to the ‘audience’. She sighed audibly and took a seat at the piano bench once more.

She put some sheets up of something she’d recently been working on. The music she played for Sam was something she rode a year or two ago, when she first music made her more powerful with less energy.

No… this work was much more complex. Though, she has hit a block after the fifty-second measure. She began to play though. Its beginning was soft and dramatic, built fuller with a deafening base lines and linking melodies. She closed and eyes and simply played it with her entire body involved, concentrating and breathing a little heavier because this song was particularly busy and built and built feeling a climax about to come… and then nothing. Silence.

She had nothing after that measure. Everything she tried to write was mediocre and mundane. She stared at the pages quietly, playing with the tuff of hair at the end of her braid.

"Well, hell," Sam said, dumb-struck, as he took a bite out of the soft roll. He looked down at his lunch glumly and decided he wasn't going to eat it. The violet-locked teen tossed his food into the trash, stacked his tray atop the small tower of identical trays, and swiped two fresh rolls for Alwyn, in case she was hungry.

Sam's next destination was the infirmary. He arrived in a matter of minutes and knocked gently on Mrs. Ishida's door.

"Come in, Sam," Mrs. Ishida replied, recognising the unique knock. He obeyed, and took a seat in the small upholstered chair in front of the head nurse's spacious desk. "Your accent is back; what's troubling you?"

"Sergey Petrov. Or, rather, the awkward situation I've put myself in with him. He seems to think I'm flirting with someone he would rather I didn't. I tried to talk to him at lunch, but he gave me a rather vocal brush-off. Now I don't know what to do."

"The way you are, you'll likely keep trying until something works. I say, go with it."

"I see..."

"Sadly, Mrs. Ishida, you're right. I'll continue to drive the wedge deeper and deeper, until the pressure forces it back out."

"Things will work out, I'm sure." Mrs. Ishida smiled with that ever-comforting warmth. "Now, then, Would you like to visit miss Rowans?"

"Actually, that'll have to wait until this afternoon. I now know what I have to do."

"If she wakes up, I'll be sure to let her know you wanted to see her."

"Thank you, Mrs. Ishida." Sam rose from his comfortable perch and left the infirmary, heading for the auditorium, where he was sure he'd find Sergey and Marie. When he silently opened the door, just enough to slip in, he caught sight of the avian boy standing over the hypnotist, apparently helping her. Not wanting to interrupt, Sam stood in the darkness by the doors, watching the developments.

Sergey nodded a moment and he caught her blush just before she turned her face to hide it. "I see..." he said simply pulling his arm back to his side. When she made the light joke about his eating habits he gave a dark chuckle. "I am still very much a carnivore, I am bird like yes, but I am more akin to the prehistoric kind than todays twitter-bee's" He flashed her a 'hungry' smile before shaking his head and pointing down at his seat. "I brought my lunch vith meh anyvays, and vhat about you? Vhat are you eating leetle gurl?"

Sergey blinked and stared at her as she started playing and then...spoke, normally. He shivered slightly at the tone, and he could tell that if she wasn't playing the music, he'd probably be gone. He stepped to her left side and motioned for her to move down on the bench so he could sit down beside her on the bench. When he had settled himself he looked at her hands and then up at the sheet music. "Forgev me, et has been long time sence I have played." he remarked as he picked up his left hand and set them on the keys, his eyes set back up on the sheet music as he took the lowest bass line on the peice, his large calloused fingers plunking against the keys as he warmed them up to get himself use to the feeling again.