Music is my muse~

Brandon opened the room to his classroom. It was right next to the Drama classroom. He whistled. It was a very big room, with a few cupboards lined on the walls, with different instruments all around the room, places to sit and there was a door that led to the drama room backstage. He moved around touching the instruments and trying some out, seeing if they were tuned. He smiled and went to one of the cupboards and opened it. It was full with textbooks and sheet music. He grabbed a few and sat down on one of the armchairs to read through.

Harry walks in with his guitar and looks around, amazed."Wow... This is better than a music store..."

Brandon looked up, when he heard another person come in the room. "Ah, Hello." He smiled at the long haired teen and stood up. "Welcome to my classroom." With that said, he outstretched his arm, waiting for the teen to shake it.

"So you are the music teacher?" Harry shakes his hand. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Harry."

"Brandon Flowers. Nice to meet you too." He glanced at the guitar the boy was holding. "So, you like the guitar?" He asked with a smile. "I myself used to play it once." His smile slightly fell. "How long have you been playing it?"

"I don't know actually." He shrugs.

"Ah, I see..." A sort of awkward silence fell, well at least to Brandon it seemed so. So he sat back down and continued to read the book he had previously read.

"Sorry. I didn't need time in my past. But I've been playing since..." He puts a hand out as if measuring, ans stops at his chest."I was this tall."

Brandon looked up and stared thoughtful at the hand. "Hm...Maybe a couple of years? Who knows...You're already too tall for your age." He smiled.

"Yeah. I'm tall for any age." He laughs. "A couple of years sounds right."

Brandon hummed and returned to reading his book.

"Hey... Could you listen to my music and tell me if I'm good?" Harry looks slightly shy.

"I'm all ears." Was the simple reply.

"Thanks." He takes out his guitar and tunes it. Then he takes a deep breath and starts playing.

Brandon listened. The boy had some talent...though he could work on it some more.

elizabeth stumbled in. "i-is this the music room?" she questiohed as she pulled her violin case around the corner.

He finishes playing. "What do you think?"

Brandon looked at Elizabeth. "Yes, yes it is." Then he turned to Harry. "Well...It was good, very good in fact, but you still need to work a bit."

"Thank you." He smiles. "I know. I need practice."

Brandon looked at Harry finally realizing the teen had ears and a tail. "Are you a Changeling?"

"No sir. I'm a werewolf." He grins. "And if i can ask, What are you?"

Brandon's pupils dilated."W-were...wolf..." He stared at teen with a hate filled expression, shaking with rage. "Y-You filthy mutt! GET OUT OF MY CLASS!" He shouted and made a move to hit the boy.

Sora had just left his classroom when he heard a shout and felt a murderous aura. It sent chills down his spine. Smirking to himself he quickly ran towards the Music room next to his own. Opening the door he saw a blond man trying to hit the werewolf boy he had fought a few days before. He quickly went to stop the blond. Grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back, he made sure the other male would not move. "Now, now. As much as I'd like for you to hit him, you can't. School fights are forbidden." He chuckled lowly. 'Like I'm one to talk...'

Reminded of his past, Harry's face goes blank. He manages to force out the words "Yes sir." And takes his guitar and leaves. He turns when he gets to the door. "I'm Sorry." He bows. "And Sora sensei... Thanks."

"I won't help you out next time, brat. So learn to fend for yourself." Sora snarled and kept Brandon in a deadlock until Harry left the room.