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Mischa Moller Mischa was not much of an artistic person. Even as he entered teenage years his artwork never improved. Yet he was taking one of those baskets filled with chalk. He didn't care what anyone thought. He would draw on the castle's wall. But what to draw? He did not have the slightest idea right then. He looked around the grounds for an inspiration.
One of Karina's secret pleasures was drawing. She was careful to make sure that no one else saw her drawings, she didn't want anyone to see she cared so much about something or more that she couldn't draw perfectly. She wasn't bad at drawing, she just wasn't great either.
Still, there was nothing after the tasks that could cheer her up quite like drawing and Hogwarts so conveniently had supplied tools for her. But what to draw? She only drew from life, didn't have the creativity not to, and she didn't find anything quite so interesting around here...
Oh.
Yes. There was Mischa over there, wasn't it? Her heart skipped a beat or perhaps two and sped up to a hundred miles an hour. She cleared her throat and approached the Durmstranger.
"Ahh, hello, Cha," she said with a small smile, reaching down to take some of the chalk he already had in a bucket in his hand and "accidentally" brushing up against his fingertips in the process. Another smile and an uncharacteristically shy duck behind her red hair. For once she didn't flick it back over her shoulder.
Things had been so complicated between the two of them lately. Ever since their first task together things had just been... well different. She didn't know how to explain it, but she definitely liked the boy. He liked her back.... right? To be honest, she really didn't know. Sometimes he seemed distant, purposefully not sitting next to her at meals or walking the other direction down a hallway when she appeared around a corner. He hadn't been trying to nicely hint that he didn't like her...had he? Her heartbeat sped up even more if that was possible. Quickly turning to the wall to focus on something, she blindly fingered the chalk in her hand. She didn't even know what color it was.
Green. Huh. Mischa's favorite. Of course. She glanced out of the corner of her eye (and through her veil of hair) at Cha.
Don't think about him so much! she silently berated herself. But she couldn't help it.