Sylvan had been wandering his way around the school, peeking in classrooms and nooks as he went. He figured a little exploring now would save him hours of getting lost once classes began. As he rounded a corridor in the dungeon, he stopped in front of a large wooden door. Grasping the handle, he managed to open the door. To his surprise, a nearly barren room met his eyes. A large white sheet covered a pile of furniture, but in the centre of the room was one of the most beautiful things Sylvan had ever seen.

It was big, and shiny, and black, and all Sylvan knew was that he wanted to touch it. He had never seen a piano before, but he was in love. As he settled his bum on the shiny piano seat, he ran his slender fingers gently over the gleaming ivory and ebony keys. His feet dangled, mere inches away from the pedals on the floor. As he depressed one of the keys, a deep echoing note filled the room, bouncing off the walls and creating a vibration that Sylvan could feel from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Joyously, he depressed note after note, until the room positively swelled with the noise of it all. To anyone else, the disjointed music Sylvan played would have been a horrible din, but to him, it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever experienced.