Snippet #2061474

Xeniel was silent as the grave as he came in, the smallest of smiles on his lips. The library was peaceful and quiet most of the time, which was nice. He certainly did enjoy talking to people, he really did, but sometimes he just needed to be alone with his thoughts. However, this wasn't one of the times. Right now, he was just in the mood for studying. He hadn't made many friends here, most of them having already graduated, so he spent most of his time alone since not many people wanted to talk to him these days. Opening a book on a table, he pulled out a notebook filled with blank music scores.

He heard whispers of some people passing him, commenting that he looked a little old to be there, and some betting that he was a failure who had been held back once, or twice, or several times. Despite their comments, he said nothing and didn't look over to give them a look or anything at all. He simply looked through his textbook, taking notes on important things mentioned in the book. He would also write short lines of music. He had written full compositions before, but didn't usually do anything long when he was studying, usually just writing things that demonstrated a concept covered in the book.