Swans Don't Teach Music Class

[mutesician]

Characters: Louis and Fortitude students/sneaky Conquest students/lost teachers/okay, anyone
Format: Either
This log is: open
Location: Music room
Summary: Louis attempts to teach a class about music despite having forgotten how to play his own trumpet.
Warnings: May contain hideous screeching noises when Louis attempts to play his trumpet.

BEFORE CLASS
Louis was desperately trying to play his trumpet. Each time he touched it, though, a pain went through his head, and he had to withdraw. The one time he actually managed to bring it to his beak, all that came out were fairly unmusical screechings. His wings slumped. How could he teach if he couldn't even play anymore?

START OF CLASS
Louis stood in front of the classroom, trying to look stern. On the chalkboard behind him, he had written a question: "Who already knows how to play an instrument?"

Comments

[traces]

Dahlia walked into class fashionably early, as usual, and stopped and stared when she saw the teacher.

What.

[mutesician]

Louis had just set the trumpet down after another failed attempt. Upon seeing someone walk in, though, he immediately approached, waving her towards one of the seats. The oddness she must be experiencing hadn't sunk in yet.

[traces]

She remained in the doorway for a second, before stepping in and clutching her armful of textbooks to her chest protectively. "Er... Are you...?"

[mutesician]

He tilted his head, but was pretty sure what she meant. He nodded, then picked up a piece of chalk to write on the chalkboard with.

My name is Louis. I am teaching music class.

[traces]

What the fuck was this shit.

"I-I see... Er, I'm sorry, it's just so strange to see, um... a swan teaching."

[mutesician]

He nodded. He had been surprised to get the assignment as well. However, here he was, for better or for worse. Still, if she was here early, it'd be good to make some small "talk." So he wrote some more on the board. He'd erase it before class actually started.

What is your name?

[traces]

"Dahlia, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Louis. I don't know much about music but I'll do my best."

[mutesician]

He nodded, writing some more on the board while using his wing to rub out the previous question.

That's good.