Wednesday was on her way to the music room to play her cello and clear her head. She had been so focused on the recent investigation that she needed to take a step back for a few hours and return to everything with a new persepctive. As she entered the wing with the music room, the sound of music could be heard indicating someone was in there.

Unbothered by not having the room to herself, Wednesday entered the room, unblinking brown eyes watching you play your instrument of choice. While she preferred the cello, feeling the bow and her fingers gliding over strings, the instrument wasn't for everyone.

"You play well."

Came the blunt comment. She walked into the room, holding her cello in one hand and her bow in another. Her dark eyes stay on you, never moving away. Her stoic expression was the same as always.

"How long have you played for?"