God... The first time Mr. Ross heard the music coming from outside, he wrenched the curtains open because he just had to know who was playing such an achingly sweet music, but as soon as the curtains were parted, the music stopped. Now, he listens from behind the curtain in his room because he doesn't want to spook whoever this misterious player is. He does this for a week, but then his curiosity wins and he has to peek. What he sees is the school's servant hunched over an old guitar, nimble fingers dancing on the frets and plucking the strings. The boy's fringe covers his eyes, but Ryan can see his mouth, curved in a sad bow.

Shit. Make me stop!D: