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The professor told them to stop painting... just to tell them to start again? Jaemin blinked at Primeaux when he finally made his appearance, his tiny little internal irritation meter slowly rising. He was not good at art, and he did not want to draw, much less draw more. And he knew very well how to live without charms, or magic in general. After all... he'd grown up in an environment that exposed him to both but allowed for the Muggle part to take precedence for the first part of his life.
But he had to make a 'something'. He probably wouldn't have found it so irksome had this class not followed the Muggle Studies class that had just been about learning about his classmates rather than anything Muggle. The small Slytherin looked at the single green handprint on his canvas and, after a moment, rummaged around for a quill. It was easy enough to add one little triangle, and a few lines to the bottom of his palm, and then he set the quill aside again and stepped back, decidedly done.
There. A turkey. He'd made "a thing". |