The birds were chirping outside, the sun was shining brightly overhead, the screams and howls of the variety of forest creatures and abominations from the forbidden forest were faintly audible as usual. Students of all ages were slowly filing into the cafeteria, the scent of syrup and bacon filled the large room. All in all, it was an average breakfast service at Starlight Academy.
Aside from one, teensy tiny little detail.
"GOOD MORNING STARLIGHT ACADEMY! RICHARD TRICKSON IS HERE FOR YOU!" The idiot standing near the windows with a nice cherry-red electric guitar. He gave it a test strum, and the sound came out loudly, even though there wasn't any amplifiers hooked up. The strange males voice was also incredibly loud, even though no speakers or microphones appeared to be present. He gave the guitar another test strum, and grinned incredibly widely.
"Are you ready to rock?!" He yelled, to a few groans, and a few curious looks.
@"Tom Marvolo Riddle"
Aside from one, teensy tiny little detail.
"GOOD MORNING STARLIGHT ACADEMY! RICHARD TRICKSON IS HERE FOR YOU!" The idiot standing near the windows with a nice cherry-red electric guitar. He gave it a test strum, and the sound came out loudly, even though there wasn't any amplifiers hooked up. The strange males voice was also incredibly loud, even though no speakers or microphones appeared to be present. He gave the guitar another test strum, and grinned incredibly widely.
"Are you ready to rock?!" He yelled, to a few groans, and a few curious looks.
@"Tom Marvolo Riddle"