So I was in love with the show the moment Phantom of the Opera started playing. Maybe I was late to the party but four episodes later and I was already planning this fic. I finished the season and then season two got announced the next day. I couldn't leave that coincidence with this story unwritten. Season two is now released and so is this fic.

The title of this story is a play on how classical pieces are usually titled.

Disclaimer - I don't own these characters. This is the first story I'm writing for this category so I apologize in advance for any OOC. Also, I don't know much about playing the violin. I've played piano for a long time and guitar for half a semester in a strings class with violins so I have some music knowledge.

Symphony no. 7 "Vanya's Routine":

Every day followed a routine but not every day had the same schedule.

Vanya and her siblings knew the drill: wake up, freshen up, get dressed, come downstairs for breakfast, start morning studies, training, and the list goes on and on.

Now, Vanya's siblings are outside in the backyard field. A small row of dark sweater vests and masks circle around their father who stands prominently. He squints his eye behind the monocle as he holds up a stopwatch.

"When you get stronger, you get more confident!" Hargreeves yells.

The children straighten their backs, even Vanya from inside as she watches from the window. Of course, being 13, none of them were quite sure how they would do it, but they were sure they would complete something significant (whether it was a training exercise or a symphony). It's all and always practice, practice, practice.

Vanya walks back to her music stand and spreads out her sheets. She strums each string, hearing the perfectly tuned instrument play back to her. Grace always tunes them but sometimes Vanya would rotate the pegs and play the songs sharper and/or flatter. It'd give the song a bit of edge, a different sound. A tune she has never heard.

Their daily schedules weren't exactly the same but the basis was the same. Sometimes, they'd have porridge for breakfast and other days would be eggs and toast. Sometimes, her siblings trained outside or they would train indoors. Vanya, however, played the same symphonies. If her siblings got different training regimens, why did she have to play the same songs? If her life was always a routine, why not tweak it a bit?

Vanya couldn't rip out her DNA, no matter how much she wished she could. If given the chance, she would rearrange it and make herself extraordinary. However, she looks at her instrument and doesn't feel that way anymore, at least, today. Vanya can choose to be afraid of the powers she doesn't have or she can use them.

She decides to leave the pegs the way they are. Perfectly tuned.

"On my mark," Hargreeves announces to them, raising his arm holding the stopwatch. Vanya looks at him excitedly as she holds up her instrument, rests her chin, and raises her bow. She rests the bow right above the string, holding her breath. "Begin."

Vanya starts playing as her father clicks the stopwatch. Her arm moving up and down from different angles, staying in sync with the song as her siblings run around. Outside, her brothers and sister are fighting holograms of bank robbers. Her body cranes back and forth, keeping in tune. She's played this symphony so many times that she doesn't have to look at the sheets. It's all muscle memory. She'd rather watch her siblings train and imagine she was there herself.

"Number Four!" Hargreeves yells, pointing right at him.

Vanya peeks and sees Klaus staring off at something in the sky. Vanya looks up and sees nobody there. She smiles a little, pointing her bow at him like her father.

"Focus!" Hargreeves screams.

Klaus looks back as Vanya puts her bow back on the strings of her instrument. She starts building up the chorus near the top, high notes stinging together to make a bridge as Klaus grins. The piece becomes more accelerando as Klaus opens his arms. A blue light emerges from his arms, sparking like a flickering spotlight. Vanya plays the high notes faster before Klaus falls to his knees and screams. He hates doing that. Vanya slides the bow down the violin, dropping the pitch and continuing to play as Klaus rolls on his back, attempting to conjure up someone from the dead. Vanya keeps her eye on the sketch of a dead person's spirit attempting to materialize.

"Number Three!" Hargreeves summons.

When Allison turns to look, Vanya lifts her bow from the violin to point in Klaus's direction like her father. As Allison runs over, Vanya continues to play. She continues to bow as Allison stands beside Klaus and his half-projection. Allison steps on her tiptoes as Vanya tilts her violin upwards, still playing but mimicking Allison. Allison raises her arm, cupping her hand towards the spirit. Vanya bows sharply, lowering the bow as she holds her mouth close to the sound hole. A grin tickles Vanya's lips as she follows Allison's lips.

"I heard a rumour…" Vanya copies into the violin before picking up from the chorus.

Their father told her to practice and, in a way, she is. She isn't a rebel if she isn't breaking any rules. It's not that Vanya hates practising … sometimes, she doesn't love it, especially when she could be out there with her siblings. She once asked if she could practice outside with them, even off to the side by the bushes along the house, but her father said it would distract her siblings. She sees that running and her instrument as beautiful, but not in the same ways. She plays the same music written by other people and they get to experiment with their powers and try something new.

She starts the next movement in the piece and when copying her siblings. Her eyes venture over to Five and she watches as he teleports back and forth to distract the holographic perps. Vanya adds to that by playing the next measures staccato, jumping from one window to the next to be in tempo with him. Once Five sticks the landing after handling the situation, Vanya lands on her toes, crouching as she strikes an explosive release across the bridge.

Vanya pauses, catching her breath as she stands back up. She didn't think the first two movements would take this much out of her. Practice, practice, practice! You wouldn't be tired if your body is used to this! Someone extraordinary wouldn't give in so easily! She rolls her shoulders back, slowly walking back to her stand. Despite not needing the sheets, she rearranges them so that the rest of the symphony is in front.

Vanya gets in position, resting on the chin rest. She's about to continue the song but the moment her bow touches the strings, it shrieks due to a scream from outside. Vanya turns around, accidentally knocking over her stand in the progress. She sees Luther bodycheck a simulation but when he lands on the ground, some more pile on him, overpowering him as Vanya's music sheets fly around.

"Number Six!" Hargreeves yells, scribbling in his leather-bound notebook without even looking up.

Vanya crouches, gathering all the sheets. She sits as she leafs through them, putting them in the right order. When she glances out the window, craning her neck a little, she sees Ben lean back. He yelps as the tentacles shoot out of his abdomen. As if she was on cue, Vanya throws her music sheets in the air again. She leaps back on her feet, watching them fall. As they flutter, Vanya pokes some away as Ben's tentacles pick up a perp.

Once the sheets are on the floor again and Luther's free, Vanya smiles. She didn't think she'd have this much fun. Maybe it was better to be alone than with her siblings.

Vanya looks out the window when she hears laughing. She sees Diego laughing at Luther for getting trampled despite his power being super strength.

"Diego, stop!" Allison yells.

"When it stops being funny!" Diego responds.

Allison takes a step closer to Diego and cups her hand around her mouth. "I heard a rumour -"

Before she finishes, Diego throws a knife in her direction (not meant to hit her but nearly miss, clipping a curl at most). The other brothers, especially Luther, and Hargreeves scream at Diego as Allison ducks. Vanya steps back once Hargreeves starts yelling at them.

Vanya doesn't look at what happens next but at the bow in her hand. In the spirit of finishing the symphony, Vanya grips the scroll of her bow and whips it against the room like Diego did with his knife. It nearly misses a family portrait of The Umbrella Academy without her (like all of them) and clatters at the entrance. Vanya watches it and sees a pair of red heels entering the frame. Vanya's eyes go upwards and she sees their mom frowning at her.

"Oops…" Vanya mutters, realizing that Grace is seeing the whole room as a mess. Her stand is knocked over, her sheets are all over the floor, and her bow launched across the room.

"Vanya," Grace says, stepping in the room. Her heels click against the wooden floor. "What were you doing?"

"Practicing." In a way.

"Well, dear, you better clean this mess up and go over your scales before your siblings come inside."

"Yes, Mom."

Grace gives a full toothless smile before turning around and leaving. Vanya waits until she's completely out of her sight. She puts the stand back up, rearranges her sheets, and walks to get her bow. As Vanya plucks the strings of her violin to test for tuning, she watches her siblings huddle around their father again.

"From the top, children!" Hargreeves yells.

As the kids disperse, Vanya holds up her violin, getting in position. Once her bow is resting just above the strings, barely touching them, she exhales.

"Begin!"

The moment their father clicks his stopwatch, the kids start running as Vanya restarts her symphony.

I haven't watched season two yet and I probably won't until my summer school is over, but I hope we get more fun moments and flashbacks.

Thanks to everyone who read this story! Please let me know what you thought in the reviews. If you have a story idea that you want me to write or a story you want me to beta, don't be afraid to send me a PM.

~ MysteryGal5