The boy opens his mouth. And then closes his mouth, gluing his attention back to the scale of notes. It couldn't possibly be like that. Transposition??? No, terrible, they're using whistles and ocarina, and-

"............part of the magic is the play of words isn't it...."

They're making a rock look blue. They're....Transposing it....

He hates this class he loves this class.

"...There's only one way to find out..." he starts slowly, eyeing Isabel's penny whistle.