Viktor Hargreeves (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fifthbeatle) wrote2023-08-21 11:33 am
fifthbeatle) wrote2023-08-21 11:33 am
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[for Klaus]
Within the first month of school, Viktor encounters complications.
Teaching music theory was different back home. It was a conservatory, full of people who have done nothing but study their entire lives. Here, anyone can take the course -- which means a higher instance of students that don't seem to give a shit.
Attendance was another non-issue. Missing one day in theory can mean a lot of confusion. Kids paying a fortune to attend a prestigious school don't play the game.
Barton kids definitely do.
He doesn't take it personally, simply notes the shift in energy. Apathy will be reflected in grades -- another thing he hasn't really had to deal with.
Classes have been in session for less than a month and this girl -- seemingly perfectly sweet -- has missed about half the sessions. Viktor is concerned. Not two months in and he's already having his first one-on-one with a nearly-failing student. He exercises patience as she explains her plight.
"This class is so hard," she sighs. Viktor nods.
"For a new musician, the concepts can be challenging," he agrees.
"It's not that." She seems full of sorrow. Viktor watches with quiet interest until the silence suggests the girl is done speaking.
"I understand it can be overwhelming. Attendance is an important part--"
"No!" Her irritation is contagious. "I can't focus. There's a ghost haunting this room and it wants to hurt me."
At first, Viktor felt guilty that he didn't believe her. He's sensitive in the face of attempted manipulation, and he fears it's clouding his judgement. Maybe this girl isn't a disinterested liar and she's actually scared.
Luckily, there's a way to know for sure.
They probably could have gone in by the light of day, but Viktor has learned in his time with his brother that paranormal investigations are best done at night. Armed with keys to the classroom and Darrow's best ghost detective, they're about to get some answers.
"We don't have to stay long," Viktor says in almost-apology.
Teaching music theory was different back home. It was a conservatory, full of people who have done nothing but study their entire lives. Here, anyone can take the course -- which means a higher instance of students that don't seem to give a shit.
Attendance was another non-issue. Missing one day in theory can mean a lot of confusion. Kids paying a fortune to attend a prestigious school don't play the game.
Barton kids definitely do.
He doesn't take it personally, simply notes the shift in energy. Apathy will be reflected in grades -- another thing he hasn't really had to deal with.
Classes have been in session for less than a month and this girl -- seemingly perfectly sweet -- has missed about half the sessions. Viktor is concerned. Not two months in and he's already having his first one-on-one with a nearly-failing student. He exercises patience as she explains her plight.
"This class is so hard," she sighs. Viktor nods.
"For a new musician, the concepts can be challenging," he agrees.
"It's not that." She seems full of sorrow. Viktor watches with quiet interest until the silence suggests the girl is done speaking.
"I understand it can be overwhelming. Attendance is an important part--"
"No!" Her irritation is contagious. "I can't focus. There's a ghost haunting this room and it wants to hurt me."
At first, Viktor felt guilty that he didn't believe her. He's sensitive in the face of attempted manipulation, and he fears it's clouding his judgement. Maybe this girl isn't a disinterested liar and she's actually scared.
Luckily, there's a way to know for sure.
They probably could have gone in by the light of day, but Viktor has learned in his time with his brother that paranormal investigations are best done at night. Armed with keys to the classroom and Darrow's best ghost detective, they're about to get some answers.
"We don't have to stay long," Viktor says in almost-apology.
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They walk into the classroom and Klaus squints a little when he turns on the lights, letting his eyes adjust as he looks around. Almost immediately, he jumps up onto a desk and throws his hands in the air.
"Oh captain, my captain!" He calls out. It's mostly just to make an ass of himself, yes, but it also declares that he's here, big and loud and unafraid, daring any spirits to make themselves known. He puts his hands on his hips and looks down at Viktor, smiling and speaking in a normal tone of voice. "Always wanted to do that."
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