Tip-toeing into the room, Marsha looked around the huge room, eyes wide at the sight of all of silver, gold, wood and brass trophies that surrounded her in here. WOAAAAAAAAH. Marsha blinked a few times, trying to figure out if this was a good idea. Sure, why not.

Professor Maddox would turn the wall back to its original colour soon enough AND it seemed like a good place to ‘attack’ as it wasn’t likely that other students would think to colour in the walls in here… right? It was like a sacred tomb or something.

No, in here was good.

Turning around so that she was facing the wall behind the entrance. Marsha grinned at it, patting her hand on the bare wall. ”Don’t worry, you’ll return to normal soon enough. Thank you for helping me learn.” Grin.

As she turned her wand in her hand, the griffin feathers tickled her wrist. Hehee. Encouragement was always handy. ”Colovaria!” She said, and watched as the deep red of Gryffindor bled across the wall. This time, it covered almost 60% of the wall she had been aiming at. SIGH. Still not a full wall, even a smaller one BUT at least it was getting better.

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Originally Posted by Tiro MacMhuirich

Tip-toeing into the room, Marsha looked around the huge room, eyes wide at the sight of all of silver, gold, wood and brass trophies that surrounded her in here. WOAAAAAAAAH. Marsha blinked a few times, trying to figure out if this was a good idea. Sure, why not.

Professor Maddox would turn the wall back to its original colour soon enough AND it seemed like a good place to ‘attack’ as it wasn’t likely that other students would think to colour in the walls in here… right? It was like a sacred tomb or something.

No, in here was good.

Turning around so that she was facing the wall behind the entrance. Marsha grinned at it, patting her hand on the bare wall. ”Don’t worry, you’ll return to normal soon enough. Thank you for helping me learn.” Grin.

As she turned her wand in her hand, the griffin feathers tickled her wrist. Hehee. Encouragement was always handy. ”Colovaria!” She said, and watched as the deep red of Gryffindor bled across the wall. This time, it covered almost 60% of the wall she had been aiming at. SIGH. Still not a full wall, even a smaller one BUT at least it was getting better.

The toughest thing about trying to do homework when you were short of friends, was trying to actually have the inclination to do it. Adi would have made the whole idea of painting the castle house colors more of a challenge. Badger versus lion. Shoot they could have all done it, the four friends racing around, perhaps with Lux and Henric to even the score, trying to see if yellow could outnumber gold. But that wasn't happening anytime soon. Angel was the only one he was hanging around lately.

So he was on own, wandering absently about and debating what to do. He was once again on the third floor, the location seeming fitting given the fact that the it was CHARMS homework and the classroom was around her as well. Hearing movement in the trophy room, Ben stuck his head in and spotted a young housemate painting one of the walls red. Well most of it anyway. ”Colovaria!” he cast, practicing the spell and aiming at the remaining stone wall as he approached both it and the girl.

"Now it looks better," he mused with a weak half-smile half grimace.

Turning around shocked as the rest of the wall filled in with a second well aimed, colovaria, Marsha relaxed a little as she saw one of the older Gryffindor boys standing behind her.

She gave him a smile, her head tilted to the side slightly as if trying to remember something. ”It’s Benny… right? Mr Kitridge thought you were my cousin, rather than my cousin Benedetta.. who also goes by Benny to our family… but not really with classes so you both don’t get confused.” Woah. now that was confused. Sorry, man. Silently, she wondered if the Benny in front of her, knew that Benedetta liked being called Benny as well. Surely they could have had some fun there over the past few years. Hehe.

”She’s in Ravenclaw.” She added as an after thought, to help him remember.

Why… was the trying to have this conversation? Her extended family was much to confusing for people who didn’t know them to understand.