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*Thesistersgrimmrule

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For reviewing! For those of you who don't know, I thank and dedicate all the people who reviewed the privious chapter in the next chapter. Just my way of saying thanks to people who take the time to review. :)

Prompt 002: Describe a recent event that surprised you.

Blah. Mondays. I hate them. You go to bed Sunday night trying not to think about how you'll have to get up early tomorrow, then Monday morning rolls around and you feel negative all morning because it's so early in the week and it'll be hours until the last bell rings and you get to go home and laze around before realizing you have homework, lots of it.

Yesterday, however, didn't go quite like that.

So the day went on like usual for a Monday, or at least as usual as you can get for Ferryport Landing, until I got home from school-late- because I hanged with my friend Erin for a little bit after school while she waited to pick up her brother.

So after coming home to a quiet house, throwing my bag on the couch in the living room, and dragging myself halfway upstairs, something happened.

I heard music.

That in itself wasn't strange (don't send me to the mental ward quite yet), but the music, which sounded like a classic song or something of that sorts, was coming from Puck's room.

Now, I don't know if you know Puck, but he's not really a piano playing type.

So I was more than surprised when I heard the music coming from his room.

I tip-toed up the rest of the stairs and creaked Puck's door open just a crack, straining my ears to hear the song.

Now, I still didn't know if this was Puck playing this or not, because with things like this, you just can't tell. So I opened the door wider, just wide enough for me to fit through, and crept into his room.

And there he was.

Just... sitting there, this focused look on his face that made him look like a completely different person. Not, like, a redhead or something, because I'm not talking about his body itself, plus Puck just couldn't pull off red hair, but a different personality. He was playing on this beautiful piano, and from the looks of it, he didn't have any sheet music.

He was just making it up.

And, for some reason I just couldn't help staring. I couldn't comprehend that Puck, the same guy who lives to fart and runs away from books like a child from a clown, was making this music.

I watched until the song was over, then fled from his room before he saw me, head still reeling. I sat down, trying to process what just happened, and was still sitting when Granny came home with Daphne and started cooking dinner.

I don't know if I'll tell him I saw him yet, because then the music could stop and it's so wonderful I don't think I want it to ever stop, but I do know one thing.

I'll be visiting Puck's room a lot more often...

A/N: The song I had in mind that Puck was playing was the piano version of Break Your Heart by Tiao Cruz. You should listen to it, it's really pretty. There will be a later chapter following the events in this one, but I don't know when I'll write it. But still, be on the lookout!

~Queen