Basil was not in the library on the evening of October the first, or the XUB. After his shift, he went to a class, came back to the library for studies, and once it closed ended up in the music room.
He made himself comfortable at the piano, and made himself familiar with it before settling in to play, a few errant notes here and there in test, to see if it'd been tuned recently. Not that he'd expect it wasn't around here.
music familiar to anyone who was evenly slightly up on their classic rock would start to flood out into the Manor.
Not really thinking that someone might hear him, Basil started singing along.
"Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord, what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody oooh somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?"
He was no Freddie, but who was? All things considered, the boy had soul in his singing voice, more than you'd expect from his usual speaking one. And he could hit the high notes, so that was something.