Humming a tune to the faint music carrying itself across the music department, Victor sat erect at his desk. His violin rested against the leg of the structure.

A fountain pen glided across a lined sheet, dotting note after note on each line - sheet music, it seemed to be, and he appeared incredibly fixated on it.

A slither of drool ran from his mouth, in which he quickly disposed of with the back of his gloved hand, letting out a soft disgusted groan of frustration as he shook his hand off and returned to his mundane task.