[center][h2][color=74DF00]Adrian Rose[/color][/h2]
Room 118[/center]

As students were settling in their rooms, an ear pleasing yet annoying screeching sound echoed through the halls. The sound got higher pitched and quickly ended. It appeared again, only a much more bass sound this time, going high briefly once again. After the third time, heads started popping out from the rooms to lazily investigate. The sound came one last time, again of a lower pitch, after a much longer interval. Some of the students walked back into their rooms, and some simply stepped out in the corridor, listening curiously to the mystery screeching. The unintelligible sound [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWnmaoWTB18]turned into music[/url].

In his room, Adrian stood with his suitcase still shut, but his violin case open and emptied, his chin locking the wooden instrument onto his shoulder as his other hand flailed wildly back and forth, grinding the bow on the strings. His fingers fidgeted on the strings, going back and forth without moving from their spot. After a few minutes of playing, he took his bow to his imaginary audience and stood up straight again, staring out the window. He mumbled to himself with a grin [color=74DF00]"Seems like there are an awful lot of colourful types again this year."[/color]

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