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It's time to take advantage of his small stature and slip away from the crowd unnoticed; by no means does Leo hate social gatherings as much as his master, but it does get stifling.
A quick look around. There are no servants to be seen. That's all the encouragement he needs to pad down the stairs to the reception room.
It is empty, as expected. The windows are wide open and despite the day having been blistering, the night air is chill and in two long strides he's at the window, taking it all in: the countless fireflies in the sky, the minuet drifting from the floor above, perhaps following the trail left by the ivy from window to window to window.
Nodding to himself, Leo sinks into the piano bench. Immediately, his fingers find the familiar keys and begin a dance of their own.