Grian was running.

Just about half the band kids were behind him, though he thought- he hoped- no one saw him duck into the science classroom.

Sure enough, moments later, what seemed like the entire band went by his hiding place without a second glance. Once they were gone, Grian stepped back into the hallway and ran for the orchestra room.

The cat in his arms mewled and squirmed around a bit, but Grian held her tight. He wouldn't lose her now, not when they were so close.

Patches was a lot like her owner- stuck up, kinda cute, thinks she's better than everyone else. (Not to say all cats aren't like that, Grian can speak from experience, but Patches is something else.)

Grian had just stolen the 'leader' of the band's cat, which would surely put their music civil war to a stop. If it didn't... he had no idea what he'd just unleashed.

Grian was running... for his life.