Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater! I only own my OC's, Jamie Elliot, Mark Jennifer (I've always owned him, I just forgot to claim him.) and Raissa Bel Garnaeu-Olive.
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5. Is There A Method To His Madness?
A dark, tinkling of a piano keys playing echoed just to left of Raissa, and she slowly approached it. She knew the sound well enough, she practiced it after all. One of the Princess "duties" that she loathed more than anything else, but she had to do it. It was that or dance lessons. . .
The haunting melody creaked from an ebony door, which the white-blond haired girl peaked through the crack she had left. Sitting, on the bench of a black piano, playing that sad, angst-like bit of music was Soul.
Raissa rose an eyebrow, she never would have a thought a cool guy like Soul would play the piano. He looked to be so absorbed in it, so enthralled with the way the notes played off, there was a little bit of a mad glint in his eyes. . .
Raissa Bel Garnaeu-Olive backed away from the door. For the sake of the aloof weapon, she would pretend she had not seen his dark little escapade. Where his eyes had shined with . . . Madness. She shivered, and slide into the classroom again just to here Stein announced that her and Hiro would be sparing with Soul and Maka.
Oh no. . . Raissa internally muttered, This is going to be awkward.
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Me and my short chapters. . .