 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Aria crinkled her nose. Hard work? “Not really…?’’ she responded, eyeing Paton. “As long as we’re using magic, it’s fine.” Because Aria strongly disliked getting sweaty and dirty from manual labour. It was why she constantly tried tricking Caes into doing her chores for her, or making bets and winning said bets against him. The only people whom Aria would willingly do manual labour for are her fathers. Maybe Caes too. The three main men in her life. “You’re welcome, professor! I’m sure she’ll be fine!’’ Nova was a fierce fighter.
The Slytherin’s gaze, for the first time, observed all the details of the surroundings. Yes, there were definitely many things to get done; things that magic could easily assist with thankfully. But where would she get started on? Aria knew that she wanted to do some painting. Yes! And she’d work on the stalls belonging to the Hippogriffs! Mind made up, cans of paint were levitated and with a suitable brush in hand, Ms. McLeod headed over to the nearest stall. Hopefully Paton wouldn’t mind the choice of colour: eggplant. It was the closest that Aria could find to purple so improvisation it was!
To work she got! |