A soft sigh of relief emitted from the young woman's parched lips as thought of being on fire was cooled by the softness of Shea's command. She frowned and then a few light sniffles could be heard as her face faulted into that of a troubled look. She felt confused and she did not like it. Shea's outburst came to a surprise to her and it made her almost happy to see someone standing up to her; did she even know what was going on? "Thank you..." She whispered in a timid voice before wrapping her arms around her body. She'd lift her head and glance over at teacher that walked in. The woman simply sent a chilled feeling throughout her body. She was happy not to have taken music class hearing the rumors. It was then that her head shot towards Kevin and she listened, focusing upon him through strains of light purple tresses and there she'd remain silent.<br/><br/><br/>Ophelia had her arms folded over her chest as she continued to watch and be observant of everything present. When the door opened, Ophelia's light violet eyes widen with surprise at the sight of the music teacher; Ms. Winters. That teacher was anything but pleasant it caused Ophelia to get a little closer to Orion but then she realized that there was a woman far worse than her when she was not happy. Shea and Annrika's grandmother. Nothing was more fearsome than seeing that woman's icy nature. However, that was the point at this point. Why would London give this woman an invitation; she would be lying if she said Ms. Winter wasn't talented on the piano. Ophelia was looking forward to learning from her but it seemed she did not have fun with the piano. Her father was a famous Music composure and on occasions her mother would join in song with her violin and you could see just how much music made them light up. Ophelia took up piano because of what it offered her, she felt as if the world didn't matter when her fingers were gliding along each key.<br/><br/>Yet, what was Ms. Winter's story, there had to be a reason why she was the way she was. She had remembered stories of her parent's past and they were anything but nice. Not until they met each other than everything seemed to follow together and there was never a day when her parents were smiling it was as if they fall in love over and over just at the glance of the other. That was love she wanted; would she be able to have that? She'd lightly glance up at her brother than over at Shea, then London she wanted to leave she had stuff to do.<br/>