"They're owned by the school." Hartley took his bag off and pulled out his flute, opening the case. He held it up and put it together, looking at Barry. "I own the flute." It wasn't as expensive as it could have been, under the thousand dollar price tag, but it had a beautiful sound and look, so he was very happy with it even so. "Try not to break anything school owned. I'm only allowed to use the room without supervision because of my good track record." He smirked briefly. "And because of how much money my parents give the school."