You'd never admit it to him, save facing his eternal teasing, but you adore hearing him play his violin. The way he drags his bow across the strings with such skilled ease makes you wonder how he's not some world-famous star yet. So when you finally get caught sneakily listening, the colour drains from your face.

"What are you doing?" Cheslock cocks a brow as he stares down at you where you're crouched in the corner of the music room. There's a smirk tugging his lips, one of bemused confusion.