High in the dark halls, deep in the oldest part of Hogwarts, far beyond where students dare to adventure and past where people bother to attempt to keep clean...lay a Coffin as black as night and marked with the seal of an ancient sect of Wizards known only for the light magic they fought with, there in the dampness of that dark and forgotten place, rested one of those wizards...A Paladin. 

Gabriel slowly pushed open the lid to the place he chose to sleep, To be completely honest he hated the damn thing but it had a locking mechanism inside that allowed him the ability to take his locket off and rest without the constant drain on him. He lifted the lid completely and pulled himself out onto the floor and he smiled when he saw the chalice of water was still sitting there, he used his special magic to turn it into blood and started drinking like a starved animal, which if anyone saw him like this is exactly what they would think he was. No matter how long time passed a Vampire could never find true acceptance amongst mortals and he knew this well know. 

He withdrew his lips from the chalice after it was dry and wiped them clean before tossing the chalice into his coffin and closing the lid. Once he was dressed in his suit that he wore in the music hall, he started walking along walls and ceilings until he grew closer to where there was life in the school. He walked through the halls a beautiful and proud man but his eyes gave away his nature, A true predator...At least that's how it felt.

He walked past some people but payed no mind to any of them as he walked towards his classroom, after all...He never attended any of the meals and only came to dinner on occasions like Christmas and big events, other than that he was unknown in the school. Magic came before music here and Gabriel simply had to remind himself of that constantly, not once had he ever seen a wizard or witch come into his class to truly learn about the art that is music. Maybe this year would be different? or maybe it would simply be another series of mornings where he taught children who where half awake and didn't care? Or where he simply played piano alone because no one bothered to show up.