The violin prodigy

I could hear the door handles rattling as they tried to prise open each door. I glanced around the room frantically searching for something I could use to barricade the door.

Then my body froze.

Someone else was already in the room.

How could I not have noticed?

Standing by the window on the other side of the room was a tall lanky figure. Unlike the small window behind me which overlooked the corridors, in front of his window was the beautiful view of the rose garden.

The bright mid-noon sun shined through the glass window, and the light bounced off his blond hair, making it look sandy white. The gold buttons on his blazer shimmered like stars. In one hand he held a violin and in his other hand was a bow.

I brought my finger to my lips and gestured a "shhh" sound at him.

Then I heard someone outside say, "They're all locked."

"What about that one?" The other guy asked.

Suddenly, someone peered through the window directly above my head.

I ducked my head even lower, almost curling myself into the shape of a ball like a hedgehog whilst hoping and praying the whole time that they wouldn't be able to see me.

It was like playing Hide and Seek but only more dangerous. If I got caught they simply weren't just going to let me chase them instead.

Blood was pumping through every part of my body and my heart was beating like a marching band. It was so loud, I was partly surprised that no one else heard it.

"Nah, she's not here. Come on, let's try the other side." The guy said.

"I could've sworn I saw her coming this way." The other guy sounded confused, surely his eyes couldn't have been playing tricks on him.

"Let's go already." His friend said rather firmly.

"What's wrong mate?"

"Philip Lonsdale is in there." The guy said in a low and grave voice.

As the sound of their footsteps became negligible, I slowly placed my hands on the window sill and peeked out the window, the corridors were now empty. They must have left.

With a huge sigh of relief, my legs finally gave way like jelly and I sank onto the floor again. Leaning my head against the wall, I began contemplating whether or not I should start carrying a rape alarm with me.

I've seen them being sold in the shops, it looked like a big black button and had a lever that was attached to a key ring. You just pull the lever and it would give out this high pitched shrilling sound that could be heard within a five-mile radius.

Or maybe a knife was a better idea. I decided. Then I remembered I wasn't alone in the room.

I scrambled onto my feet.

"Sorry to bother you, " I said, feeling a bit embarrassed as I pretended to dust the dirt off of my skirt. I didn't know if there were any dirt on it because the floor seemed pretty clean, no doubt they got polished regularly, I just did to give me something to do.

But most importantly, I was a bit worried that I might've flashed my knickers at him at some point with all that crouching down. But then again, judging by the unchanged expression on his face, it was most likely that he hadn't.

"I'll let you get back to your practice." I waved my hand at him as if I was saying 'Goodbye'.

Philip continued to look at me without saying a word.

This was pretty awkward. I thought as I fumbled with the door latch, trying to pull the door open but for some reason, it just wasn't budging.

"The lock is broken, you can only open it from the outside." I heard him say.

"Oh," I said. That was the only thing I could think to say. Because thanks to me, we were both locked in. Then, as if in a glimmer of hope, I asked, "Do the windows open?"

He looked at me like I was crazy.

"Not the one on my side, hahaha," I let out an awkward laugh. The window behind me was only slightly bigger than a peephole, I could only get my head through it and that was about it.

The window on his side however was a large bay window, I was pretty confident that I could squeeze through without too much problem, I could then jump onto the rose garden then come out the other side and back through the corridors again to let him out?

"They don't open." He said, instantly dashing away all my hopes at once. Before I had the chance to suggest another idea, he turned his attention back to his music stand and started to practice the violin again.

The music danced in the air, I found myself quietly pulling out a seat at a nearby desk and sat down. I didn't know much about music but even I could tell he played beautifully. Something was mesmerising in the way which he played, it was captivating. No wonder Molly said he was some sort of a violin prodigy.

I cupped my face with both hands and began to wonder. There were certainly a lot of gifted people around and they all seemed to be gathered in this school. I began to wonder if being a werewolf meant all the things that you were maybe already good at got magnified to a certain extent?

As in, if you were good at running then adding the werewolf gene to the mix, you could run even faster? Or let's say if you were good at music, but being a werewolf meant you weren't just good but exceptional.

I already knew we healed faster, I bet if we were chained to a rock in the Caucasus Mountains like Prometheus and every day the eagle comes and eats part of our liver, our liver would continue to regrow by the next day no problem.

The sound of the door handle clicking brought my attention back to reality.

Someone was trying to get in.