Today was the first day of the 1882-1883 school year at Royal Russell's Private Boarding School and like a normal day in London it was pouring down rain. As you were walking to the Great Hall with the other students you heard...The most beautiful sounding music that has ever graced your ears.

You followed the sound to one of the classrooms and saw a boy with messy blonde hair playing the piano, his back facing towards you.

"He was such a nice young man." He sang softly to himself.