Quiet

He had been exploring earlier, and that was how he had come to the ballroom. He seemed to have had plenty of free time, even if he had homework, but that got so boring, even when he drew multiples butterflies all over his homework, but even then it slowly got boring. So he had left his dorm room, leaving his boring homework there and went to investigate the school for about the twentieth time.

As he was exploring in the ballroom, he thought he had seen something shiny, and as usual how shiny things always attract his attention, he ran into one of the windows.

Now the boy sat on his bottom on the floor, touching his face briefly, his nose hurt, but luckily his nose wasn't bleeding or anything. He glared at the window. He could swear all windows were out to get him, always tricking him.

Grumbling, he stood up, shifting the striped green and black shirt he wore. He stuck his hand in his pocket, trying to find something, but when he couldn't his eyes widened. He turned in a circle, and then spotted what he was looking for on the floor.

A rubiks cube sat on the floor a couple feet from him, that was completed. He moved over to it, picking it up. He started to mess it up again so he could try to solve it again, and as he did so, he twirled in a circle, singing softly under his breath as he did so.

Continuing to spin in a circle and messing the puzzle up while he hummed to the song stuck in his head, he barely noticed anyone had entered the room. He was even so distracted by his twirling around and around and the colorful rubiks cube in his hands that his form started to fade, and he would have gone invisible, but then a crashing sound brought him out of his reverie.

He spun around to look towards the stairs, eyes going wide as he saw the girl hit the bottom of the stairs at his feet, Nine nearly even dropped the puzzle, but he quickly stuffed it in his pocket.

"Are you alright?" He asked, head tilting to the side as he looked down at her, slightly concerned.

He frowned. Was he OK? He grinned. "I was just... bored." He said, When she asked if she could see his tiara, he lifted his hand to his head, taking a step back, almost reluctant to let her, but just as his hand touched his hair, the crown was still on his head, and yet, sitting atop the girls head.

What?

Nine stared at the girl with a confused look, wondering how she did that, and even felt a little envious, a kind of power that was capable of duplicating things, or whatever that power was that she had, would have been interesting to have, though he did have to say he liked his more still.

He grinned when she stuck her hand out to him, and he took it with one of his own. "I'm called Nine."