One thing that Indigo appreciated about his workplace was the quiet. He could settle down and focus on a translation and not have to interact with others for sometimes the whole day. So it was safe to say that he did not appreciate a sudden screeching that came from... somewhere. He jumped, startled, when it started. Instinctively he jumped to his feet, looking around in alarm. Nothing immediately stuck out to him as what was making the sound. To be fair, it could be any number of magical objects. This was not what he had signed up for, and he was not exactly enthused to have to deal with it. Should he tell someone? He should probably tell Mr. Flamsteed, right? Yes, that sounded like a good plan to him. Indigo strode toward the door, keeping an eye out as he did for any clue as to what the source of the noise might be.