A Poop * k8 *
It seemed the food was a big hit! Paul was quite excited, and he was thankful for his helpful and amazing prefects. The Herbology professor smiled as more people poured in, and oh! Look! Even the Friar had come! "I'm so happy you've joined us!" he told the ghost cheerfully before moseying over to the food himself. He would start with finger sandwiches. "SO everyone...I decided we would have a relaxing event--so here we are!" He paused because Henric had turned up the music, and he laughed. "Eat, paint, and be merry! Paint as many pots as you want! I have...almost an unlimited amount! Paint with your fingers, nose, or paintbrushes! All are provided, assuming you guys have fingers, of course!" He chuckled because he found himself oh so funny. Finishing up one finger sandwich, Paul started another, eyeing the bowls of paint. He waved his wand, and the caps of the bowls came off. "As you can see, we have all colors you could IMAGINE!" PAINT! Paul loved painting.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |