Wednesday was playing her violin in her room, when you walked in. It was a high, yet eerie melody. You sat down on your bed on the other side of the room and watched her. She stopped, abruptly, and turned to look at you with her natural gaze. "Is there a reason you're watching me?" Her voice was cold as well. Her black eyes flashed when you didn't answer. "If you don't answer, I could fix your staring problem."