Knock knock knock.

Ding-dong.

"What the hell!"

The headmaster stormed out of his chair toward the door. Rindou smiled, but everyone else groaned.

As Azami burst through the entryway, he shouted, "Enough! I don't need your Christmas carols today, thank you very much!" He was about to slam the door when he noticed something odd, or rather, someone.

"Who... is that?" Azami asked, suddenly gesturing to the awkward-looking boy with big round glasses who was currently standing behind Kurokiba and Alice.

The boy in question adjusted his spectacles, as Alice replied, "That is the newest member of our choir! We call him Marui!"

"…What? Why would you invite him?" said Azami, surprised by the appearance of a seemingly irrelevant character.

"Just LISTEN!" his niece replied, thrilled that he had asked.

Trying not to be too offended by the headmaster's harsh comment, the nerdy boy shifted his weight around, then began to sing in his slightly nasally voice: "On the third day of Christmas, Yoshino gave to me:" He held up one plump farm bird, beaming as he glanced at the two others at his feet. "Three French hens!"

"Two turtle doves", Alice added, presenting her arm, on which her two birds were now sitting.

"And a partridge in a pear tree!" Ryou concluded, still holding his small tree. Azami looked, astounded, from Marui Zenji, to his hens, to Ryou's shrub, to Alice, who nodded and remarked, "Thank you for your time!"

Azami shut the door slowly this time, pressing his back against it, then locking it not once, but twice. Then, he madly dashed back to the meeting room. Out of breath, he explained, "They have another one!"

The Elite Ten exchanged glances, confused, then Kinokuni asked, "You mean, another choir member?"

"Yes!" Azami exclaimed. "His name was Stauryu, or Maury, or something like that."

Everyone shook their heads, not recognizing the name. "Never heard of him," Hayama replied a little too quickly.

Azami frowned. "Well, I've made up my mind. Tomorrow, I'm not answering the door."

"WHAT!? That's no fun!" Rindou protested.

Azami fiercely shook his head. "It's not about fun, Rindou. This stunt is taking up our meeting time!"

The second seat pouted. "I know, but it's nice to have a little break." Then, with a mischievous grin, she leaned over the table, asking, "Hey, Tsukasa, do you think Nakiri-chan would let me join her choir?"

Everyone turned to glare at Tsukasa, each with an expression screaming, "You know the correct answer, right?"

Tsukasa did not, in fact, know the correct answer. As he looked at the hopeful face of his girlfriend, he could only manage a weak smile and a shrug. "I don't know Rindou. They just might."

Azami grimaced, and Tsukasa, catching himself, weakly added, "But then again, they might not." Rindou frowned and grumbled to herself. Finally, the headmaster took his place at the head of the table, tried to forget about the morning's traumas, and continued with the meeting.