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</div><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Otto Hindel</span><br/><br/>Otto hummed to himself, his eyes closed as he sat in a chair and tuned his instrument. His... instrument. The one thing that none of the students would be able to touch. Every time he plucked the strings the sound would bounce off of the walls for a bit before finally subsiding. It was music to his ears, these errant notes. He found comfort in them. The poor demon damn near jumped out of his skin when the loudspeakers crackled to life. An announcement for all the teachers to head to the basement. It looked like the show would soon begin.<br/><br/>He grinned to himself, his devilish little smile, and smoothed his hair back. He had to look decent at least. What had he been wearing? He'd forgotten... Otto looked down and found himself in a light-blue collared shirt, slacks, and a jacket. In his hand there was a hat. Well, it'd have to do. He chuckled to himself as he walked out of the door of his classroom and started on his way towards the basement of the auditorium. About halfway there, a sudden thought popped into his head. He couldn't quite remember who the teachers were. He remembered the Head Mistress, but beyond that he couldn't, for the life of him, remember any of the other names! He'd have to work on that, he thought, and went back on his merry way.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-size: 10px">Locale: Towards the Auditorium<br/>
Company: None<br/>
Mood: Otto</span>​</div>