Unlike most skills, his ability to play the piano and brilliantly at that isn’t something that Q advertises, no, rather it’s something he’s kept to himself, something he’s allowed himself to take refuge in. Much like his fingers fly with ease and unmatched speed over his keyboard, long fingers to do the same when piano keys are below them, moving with a practiced precision. 

The piano had sat in the darkened room, dimly illuminated only by the table lamp mere feet besides it and yet it beckoned to him, he’d been so consumed by work as of late that he’d not had much time to do anything else and today had been one that resulted in more stress than needed. He walked over, setting his satchel on the bench besides him, not letting his laptop leave his side of course, his fingers hovered over the keys before they came down, starting to play a piece of his own composing. Closing his eyes and ‘breathing’ in the moment, a soft smile on his lips as the tension started to slowly fade from his body. 

     “Niklaus... He can’t very well answer our questions if he’s dead, can he?” Elijah tsks lightly, fingers curling around his brother’s shoulder where his arm is extended to curl around his latest potential victim’s throat. Apparently someone is desperately seeking the white oak stake-- lots of questions being asked, attention being drawn to it... Elijah would very much like to know just who is sending these people to look for it.

It was just supposed to be a simple ‘break up the violent and mean mob’, but something about the situation made him snap.  And snapped the man’s arm he caught as he tried to punch a mutant teenager.  Something about it was all to familiar.  The human was lucky he didn’t have his arm ripped off by the speedster at the time.  He was more than ready to do it.