Music brings us together closed

The albino child entered the door, closing it behind her gently. She wore the uniform, the light colours making her seem more pale. Due to her condition, she wore a small scarf around her neck, to cover the skin. Her nose had a dollop of sunscreen on the bridge, better safe than sorry. Her white hair was chin length and straight and neat. Colourful eyelashes emphasized her purple-red eyes, which shook involuntarily.

She approached the Headmistresses desk, her posture perfect from intense etiquette lessons from her mother. "Good evening, Madame Croix-Valmer. I have two things to speak about. Before though, your guitar playing was very pretty." She went ahead. "First, I'd like to congratulate you on the new position. My father sends his congratulations as well." A hand went to her bangs adjusting them as she spoke. Her slender nails were painted a bright and cheerful yellow. "Secondly, this information isn't the best. During my studies in the library, some students were laughing. I could tell it was directed towards me, as I overheard some words." It was obviously a hard subject to speak of.

This girl had no former experience with bullies. She was home schooled her early days before the feather scribbled all over her father's star charts. "I hadn't a clue who to go to, so I thought you would be the superior option." The formal language of the young girl was expected of her upbringing. Pure blood, a mother who was very old-fashioned. She wished that Madame would make help the situation.

The girl sat down, the chair very polite to sit on. Sylvie explained the student's appearances to the best of her memory. Célestine was a very polite new Headmistress. She never met the old one, but the occasion wasn't the best from what students were told.

When offered some candies, she accepted. Sweets were always something that made her smile. She took two, not wanting to be greedy. She had grabbed a caramel and a raspberry bonbon. "Thank you, Madame." Sylvie spoke gratefully. My time here has been up to the stories. My father always spoke of this school so fondly, I now know why."

She tried to shake off her formalness, but as it was the way she was brought up, it was hard to do so. Her posture, due to being comfortable in the space, had loosened to a small slouch. Not noticeable to the untrained eye. "I play an instrument myself, Violin. I was grateful that I was able to bring it. It would've been so very lonely without it." She opened the bonbon, popping it into her mouth. It was sweeter than expected, but a good surprise. "Do you have a favourite piece to play?" She asked.