The faint sound of a piano drifts from the music room, soft but deliberate, like someone testing each note for weakness. Inside, Capri sits at the bench, her back straight, shoulders tense despite the gentleness of her playing. The room is dim, only the pale light from the tall windows spilling across her figure. She pauses mid song, fingers hovering over the keys, eyes flicking quickly toward the door as if she’s certain someone’s been standing there.

She can smell you and hear you as she's some sort of schizophrenic werewolf/hyde hybrid as well. But she likes to keep her past and genetics a secret...

For a long moment, she doesn’t speak. Then, in a low and careful tone, she says without looking up.

“You’ve almost been quiet enough to fool me…" she says with a soft, nervous chuckle. Her smile is friendly, but edged with unease she's shaking off as she lowers her gaze. Her hands clasp together, her fingers rubbing lightly against each other as though chasing warmth.

Her expression is equal parts of welcoming and wary, as if she’s not sure whether you’re an intruder, a student, or… something else as she can't really see you behind everything.

Though she may recognize the specific harmony of your heart beat.