Perfect excuses

Usually doing art was tricky, but today it was simply a perfect excuse! Since they had been “left free for creativity to come at its greatest…” or whatever it was that Professor Wong had said Freya could not ask for a better opportunity!

After he failed attempt to that silly petal-picking and asking for love or not had failed so spectacularly last time she now considered herself free enough to try again! And thus, while mumbling curses at her own stubbornness, she simply took her canvas and covered it in slowly drying glue. Then she placed it flat on the table and climbed up to sit cross-legged next to it, dried flower in hand. Now she could only be happy she’d got two, even if this wasn’t how she’d expected to use both of them… But still, now she could pick them off, mumbling the rant of “Loves me, loves me not…” and let the petals fall down on the canvas to get stuck in the glue…

The Art professor in question raised an eyebrow at the Gryffindor's antics, but otherwise kept his thoughts to himself. What a curious way to go about things: destroying one thing to create another!

He was not yet hard of hearing and heard her mutters rather clearly.

What a strange thing youth did these days. Asking a flower about another person's feelings. (But if he were to be honest, he had done the same thing many years ago...not that he'd admit it to anyone, it was shameful enough to be found out by his lover then and even more so if one of his children had found out now!)

Not noticing she was being watched Freya kept all her focus on the flower, not realizing that she might make her classmates wonder. She was almost done, and she could feel some odd excitement build up in her stomach. How stupid could she get, it was only a flower! …a flower that was noted in the Divination-book, but still, a flower! It didn’t prove anything!

By now, Professor Wong had turned to look at the other students' work. Focusing on just one student all class would make him a terrible professor.

Though he'd have to wonder if the student in the corner was really thinking as he set his canvas on fire...

when at last picking off the last petal and letting it fall down on the glue Freya stared at it for a while before placing the remains of the now quite bald flower to a corner of the canvas with a small sigh. After all; it was just a flower, right? A dread, dried plant. So there was not real telling if it knew much of the future, right? No, this was all jsut pretty stupid... And she was a coward!


((and now I'll leave this open for someone else to join XD))

Bianka noticed what the gryffindor had been doing , she found it silly how one would even think of asking a flower for advice but she had to admit , she liked the other girls creativity with the petals. Bianka had a canvas in front of her and she held no idea on what to do on it. She was probably going to look like an idiot for what she was about to do but she didn't care. Without a word she dipped the end of her ponytail in a bucket of green paint and used her own hair as a brush , painting in different directions. The girl truly did look like an idiot but she was having fun ..(even if she held her blank usual expression.)

getting one fo the small notes the Professor had left at one of the tables she put it next to her canvas, naming it "Stupid questions, by Freya Williams". She then let herself lok around to see what the rest of the class was up to, grinning at the excuses she could hear the boy in the corner make up about his "burned art", and the Slytherin who used her own hair to paint...
Getting curious the Gryffindor couldn't help but to step closer and pick up the bucket of green paint, reading on it...

"Now you're in deep shit..." It wasn't a threat, just a stated fact...

The slytherin girl jerked back , having been surprised by the gryffindor girl. She ignored the other girl's statement , keeping herself from smiling. When Bianka had jerked back her ponytail had spattered some paint on the other girl. Snapping back to reality she backed away from the gryffindor , keeping a neutral blank gaze.

Looking down at herself Freya then glared at the other girl
"And now it just got worse... Tell me blondie, just what was your plan on how to get this pain away, huh? From what I can see it's magic- and water-proof! You better have some plan on how to get this away, or Wong will be looking for revenge after he sees you at dinner!"

"....Well its your fault for sneaking up on me on the first place!" she said giving a glare. She turned back and returned to painting.

"Yeah, because you shouldn't expect people to show up for class..."
Shaking her head, already deciding that this was not someone she wanted to even try to agree with, Freya moved on, trying to find someone more intersting to bother while waiting for the glue on her own piece of art dried...

"...see if I care...." she muttered as she kept painting.

Professor Wong creeped up behind Freya, remarking casually, "With my son's...obvious lack...of thinking skills...he will just assume Ms Roberts has dyed her hair once more...Ms Williams."

"I wasn't talking about that, and you know it, Sir."

poking at the paint on her shirt Freya sighed; if she didn't get this stuff off she guessed she'd have tu burn this uniform... which could be quite fun...

Deciding to ignore the Slytherin, who ibviously lacked some skill in both thinking and talking if that was the only reply she had, she went back to check the glue on her own work