Ariel ran her bow though the strings of her violin and testing a minor scale and her face became distorted as she frowned. That confirmed her suspicions - something was not quite right. She adjusted her fingering and tried her bow again. Her frown deepened. Her tuning was off. She would have loved to describe the expression that followed as a 'slight wrinkle of the nose' however that particular description would've perhaps been far too generous. Ariel was far too expressive in her face for a slight wrinkle of the nose to be anything more than an understatement - screwing up her nose was a far more accurate description for what she did to her face and in a huff of frustration she plonked herself down - fully convinced that nobody was around to see her very unladylike frustration - and proceeded to pluck each string on her violin trying to figure out which string had betrayed her peace and was out of tune.

How absolutely.. Vexing! She had finally had found a rare moment to herself to practice her violin in a quiet corner of the castle grounds where she might practice without interruption and yet her violin had decided - probably out of spite because she had been neglecting her practice since returning to the Castle after the Christmas Holiday - despite being tuned before she left her rooms to betray her. She had then been forced to quit the song that she had been practicing because one of the chords had sounded flat and figure out which string had decided to mutiny. A twig snapped and her head jolted and turned as she realised that she might not be as alone as she had thought.