According to their music teacher, instruments were able to express a wide array of emotions, but some were more capable at it than others. The violin was an instrument that was... 'emotionally constipated' their music teacher had said. Sure, it was often used for more sad tones, but under the right hands it could be used to make the sad appear more joyous. Luke, apparently, had those hands.

The piano, on the other hand, as according to their teacher, could go from melancholy to uplifting before the first stanza ended. But only the right hands could perform the two differences seamlessly and gracefully. Nat's hands nearly fell into this criteria, but she was the only one in school who could do it with some dignity in tact.

Their two talents together, the music teacher had decided that they would form a duet for the spring concert. With very little consent on their part, the music teacher had strapped the two down to perform Canon in D. 'It captures the innocence of spring,' their music teacher had told them during their first practice. And at the time, it sounded more like the gates of hell. Now, however, it had improved amazingly and the duet sounded more together and well rehearsed. Considering they had months to practice, it wasn't much of a surprise.

Nat finished the piece slowly and carefully before their music teacher spoke to them.

"Perfect!" the petite woman said in her near whisper voice. "You two have it down beautifully!"

Luke bowed to their music teacher in a typical end-of-performance way. Nat thought he was over killing it just a little.

"Only because you had created a very beautiful arrangement." Luke told the music teacher, more honest than what Nat was giving him credit for.

"Oh!" the music teacher blushed. "I didn't come up with this arrangement, it was someone else."

The comment went over Luke's head.

"It is still a treat to have the chance to perform it." Luke insisted. The music teacher blushed a darker shade of red. Nat hid her face in the palms of her hands in disdain.

. . .

Luke and Nat walked home after practice, under Luke's suggestion, to admire what was left of the snow and the little bunch of flowers that tried to grow despite the still cold weather. They went to Luke's house because no one would have been home at Nat's house. Her parents worked hours that weren't exactly convenient for anyone, especially for their own daughter. So the Tritons took Nat in whenever they could. And quite frankly, Nat preferred being with the Tritons any way.

Luke checked the mail as Nat continued toward the door. Nat was almost in the door when she realized Luke wasn't behind her. He stood there at the mailbox looking at a letter which (from Nat's view) had a red seal on it. His expression was mixed, but most noticeably excited. Nat debated on whether to walk over to him, but she didn't need to. He looked up at her and smiled like a child who was given their greatest wish.

"The professor!" Luke exclaimed, the only words managing to come out of his mouth as he waved the letter in the air. Nat just nodded slowly with a plastered smile.

. . .

Stationed at his desk, Luke carefully opened the letter and got out the letter within it. Nat hovered above him, reading the letter over his shoulder. The letter in question gave its opinion on a few copies of a piece of dated paper that Luke and Nat had sent to Professor Layton a month or so back. The brief summary? The good professor had found evidence that one side of the dated paper was a piece of a map, the other side held a clue.

"What does it mean?" Luke asked curiously to himself. "Here's a puzzle for you Nat, what do you think of it."

Nat looked at what the professor had wrote that he interpreted the clue to mean. The clue was written to them as such;

Given to the queen,

However young she is.

A diadem of seasons,

Giving many a reason.

Nat stared at it, her mind moving as it processed. Luke had momentarily stopped his pondered to look at her.

"I... have no idea." Nat finally told him. Luke nodded in acceptance.

"Then I suppose," he said, putting the letter back in the envelope, "We have a new puzzle to solve."