Usually Brigitte avoided any place that reminded her of class. She spent enough time in classrooms as it was. The hospital wing was also a place she was learning to avoid outside of her time working there. Study hall. No. Library. Hell no.
 
Right now was the rare moment that she was not needed in any of the aforementioned places. Eph was off doing something with Walt which meant Brigitte especially had some free time. Or rather, alone time. Because if Eph was busy, then that meant he was with Walt. And Walt was the only other person that Brigitte would spend time with. So, yes, alone time was a go.
 
Brigitte didn’t even know what she really wanted to do right now. She came armed with a her shoulder bag full of various things that generally were collected there throughout the week and that was it. Nothing of importance had she kept in there. She didn’t even know why she had brought it full of the things that were already in there other than the fact that, well, they were already in there.
 
It was a sign of needing escape that Brigitte sought out the astronomy tower. Technically it was a classroom but to her it felt the least like one. Probably because they spent most of the time ON the tower and not in it.
 
As she wound her way up the stairs, notes of varying degrees of beauty wound their way down. Brigitte slowed her walk, mentally swearing. She had already been beat to the punch. She sighed and almost turned town but her interest was piqued. Anything having to do with music did that to her.
 
Classical and a violin. That was all she gathered about it. Moving quietly, Brigitte approached the tower. When she got there, she was surprised to see that the musician was Daniel. A fairly reasonable bloke to get along with. Brigitte hugged the shadows and listened. There was something about interrupting a musician that didn’t seem right, almost unholy in a way. So she stood there and listened.
 
"Would you mind letting me know who you are?"
 
Well, that sort of ruined the mod. Brigitte scowled and stepped out where she could be seen, her hands up. “Simmer down there, Sparky. You’re not going to hex me, are you?” She raised a brow, a corner of her lip going up with it into a small smile. “Didn’t really seem like a good time to grace you with my presence. You know…decency to let you finish.” She gestured toward the instrument.

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