I love the face that Virgil makes when Roman says that there's the rest of the dark sides like "don't call us that." Quite obvious that Virgil is a dark side... And I'm not a Hamilton fan I have been kidnapped and forced to listen to the songs so...
"Flutes, the note is E flat. The only finger up is your left pointer. Isabelle, you're holding it wrong. It's supposed to go to the right. Joelle stop laughing the left hand is supposed to be on top. Flip your hands. Chris, I swear to God, you're not supposed to be serenading the carpet! Lift your instrument up! Oh, Steven, your reed has to be in your mouth for you to play."
"Excuse me, professor?" Blaine asked.
"Yes, Mr. Andersmith?"
"Can't you..." He gestured around.
I shook my head. "I can't. Do you have your forms?"
He nodded. "Locker?"
"Bring it to me by the end of the day. Seb, you too." The bell rang. "See you, have a good one."
I sighed, slamming my fist down in the piano.
"Hey Oliver... Could we pass you off as my brother? I'm sick of having you dead."
"Flattering," he sniffed. "Everyone knows what I look like."
"Don't gel your hair, we can dye it light brown, and you can put in green contacts. You'd basically be a new person!"
He sighed. "Or just tell them you want to bring me back? No?"
I shrugged. "Fine. Stay dead."
"Nonono! That's not what I meant!"
"Great." Rise. Rise. Rise. Rise. Rise.
"Hey, Azalia?" Xavier asked, walking into my room. "How was-" he saw Oliver. "Tell me you didn't."
"Hello, Mr Steele, I am Tristan Lupus, and I'm Azalia's younger brother," Oliver lied easily
"The supplies should be in the storage room," I dismissed the younger man.
"Why would you do that?" Xavier snapped.
"He deserves another chance," I said absently. "If there's trouble I can rekill him."