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Song Jaemin was suffering.
He did not deserve this. He had done nothing wrooooong. And yet here they were... making him do art stuff. Again. He didn't want to make art. He didn't want to make art with his hands, or with a brush, or a pencil, or with his wand. He just wanted to learn magic in peace and away from art and sports. He had gone through those things in Muggle school, and he was tired of them. He had done his waiting! TWELVE YEARS OF IT!
It was bad enough the Muggle Studies professor had given him failing marks for that particular class, just because he couldn't doodle. The last thing he wanted was to end up with failing marks in Charms for the same stupid reason. The small boy cast a rather grumpy look after the professor as he went by, then picked up his wand again. This spell seemed easy enough, even if he didn't like it because it was being given to him in the context of art.
"Figura circle," he said rather flatly, tracing a small circle over top of the canvas. A little grey circle appeared, and he directed his wand to another spot. "Figura circle."
Small grey circle after small grey circle appeared, with Jaemin moving his wand after each to create the next. Soon the twitchy handprint was surrounded.
"Is there a way to decide whether they turn up hollow or filled in?" he asked aloud, tracing another dull grey circle on the palm of the hand. If it had had hopes of moving before, it probably wouldn't anymore. |