He totally caught her off guard when he removed the cuffs.  She looked at him, his hands rubbing her wrists.  She hated the cuffs, the memories they held had been like fire burning, now the only fire burning seemed to come from the way he was rubbing her wrists.  "Th..thank you" she whispered, smiling shyly at him.  She hadn't expected that.<br/><br/>She nodded at his mention of tea and quickly drank it down, the thought of playing a piano was too much to believe, she wanted to get behind it, to feel her fingers dancing along the keys.<br/><br/>He removed the ankle cuffs and she felt so much better, she wasn't held now, she wasn't a captive.  Well, she was, she was a captive to this school, but the weight of the restraints was gone and she could now begin to really relax.  Things were looking up.<br/><br/>She finished the last dregs of the tea, then followed him to the music room.  her gasp of delight was pure and genuine.  She looked at the grand piano as tears filled her eyes, she never thought she would play so fine an instrument.  She walked to the seat, her fingers touching the smooth wood with reverence.  She settled herself, setting the egg timer and then setting the metronome.<br/><br/>Then she began her warm up exercises, working her fingers, warming them up, feeling her fear leave her.  Here she was who she was.  Here, sat behind the piano, here the real Charlotte emerged as the music washed all her cares and concerns.  Ten minutes flew by and she looked up, wondering what next.<br/>