Erik let out a sigh and placed the quill he was writing with on the desk.

He lifted his hand to touch the white mask that was covering half his face, really wishing he could take it off right now.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, he sprang up out of his chair. No, don't think about...

Sighing again, he thought that a cup of tea would be great.

It was Monday morning, a rather cold and grey morning.

Erik sat behind his desk, waiting for his students, even though it was still very early for them. His fedora sat on the desk, next to a page of sheet music.

The music teacher read through the notes, lowly humming the melody he had just written last night.

The tall man lowered his fedora, and checked to make sure his Punjab lasso was at his side under his black cloack before he opened the classroom door.

This time, if anyone tried to steal his hat, take his mask, or push their violin bow into a classmate's nose, he would use his trustworthy lasso, HE WOULD!

Or he would take them to the headmaster's office. Yes, being molested by the headmaster, a fate worse than death, Erik thought and shuddered.