Zay moykhl!

So much for a welcoming party. Alexei stormed down the halls in a rather upset mood. His back was hunched over, and his gaze dreary. These people were so unappreciative of him! He was gracing them all with his presence, and the simply ignored him, or balked at his attitude. They wouldn't know perfection if it smacked them in the face! He stormed in through the nearest door, which was surprisingly a choral room. The door slammed behind him, as he stared with a bored, dumb expression upon his face.

There was a Gryphon atop the piano. Sleeping. Alex blinked very slowly as he stared at the creature. Was everyone here so useless, and boring? "Hey! Birdbrain! You're interrupting my ability to enjoy that piano..." Alexei grumbled in the direction of the creature. Stomping his way over to the large beast with a scowl upon his face.

This bug that was going around was something of an annoyance more than anything. So far, it had regressed Aurora's age around 140 years in reverse, rendering her into a small, seven year old girl. Of course it had been weakening, but her real age still refused to budge; and unwilling to be out of teaching or work any longer, Aurora had gone into school wearing her normal clothes, albeit tailored for someone who was closer to 4 feet tall rather than her normal 5' 3" or so.

She had learned to live with this minor annoyance, but what she had never learned to live with, and was never likely to were people who abused the tools for her job, or their own. They degraded like any other object like the human body, but there was absolutely no reason to go about accelerating the degradation...especially when the object in question cost roughly an arm and a leg.

As the girl strode into the choir room, she was not only surprised, but somewhat furious that someone would be sleeping on top of a Steinway baby grand.



"What in the world are you doing on top of there, get down...get!"

In case he didn't get the memo, the small girl grabbed a broom and started waving and pushing him off, by force if necessary.

Upon exiting his last class of the day, Apollo found himself in a particularly good mood. The afternoon was still young, and so he decided to find himself some space where he might practice piano for a few hours.

However, as he approached the music hallway, he began hearing a slight commotion coming from the choir room- which just so happened to be the place he was headed. The acoustics in that room were absolutely superb, and the piano just like the one he had at home.

He listened closely: first he heard a door slam, followed by some shouting and grumbling, after which another person entered the room and began to shout as well. He then could hear a small physical struggle unfold.

Curiously, he rounded the corner and opened the door to the room, taking a few cautious steps in. He really couldn't have imagined what the scene in that room might have looked like, and he certainly couldn't make it out just through hearing. “What’s going on in here?”