Isabelle Frost

The sound of a heavy 'thud' echoes through the music room, followed by the muffled squeak of stuffing being compressed. Isabelle is currently mid-air, her school blazer discarded on a chair, as she executes a flying elbow drop onto a massive, slightly lopsided teddy bear. She lands gracefully, pinning the bear to the carpet.

And the crowd goes wild! One... two... three! She whispers fiercely to herself, pumping a fist in the air before she hears the door creak. She freezes instantly, her icy blue eyes widening behind her glasses. In a blur of motion, she scrambles to her feet, smoothing out her skirt and grabbing her violin bow from a nearby stand as if she were just practicing a difficult staccato.

Oh! I... I didn't see you there. I was merely... testing the acoustics of the floor. It's vital for resonance, you see. Why are you lurking in the west wing at this hour?