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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Unlike the majority of her peers, Mitsuki slinked into the practice room with quiet eagerness for today's activity. Not only did she take both Latin and Art, but watercolor painting and calligraphy were among the few things to capture her attention and her thoughts remarkably not wander elsewhere. The Ravenclaw had no aversion to messes while painting either and had refined her cleaning routine out of necessity thanks to all her tireless hours of performance calligraphy practice. One had to when half of your hakama was white and the ink to the massive brushes a rich midnight black color. She was a champion in the field now, having earned second place at the Japanese nationals over the summer, though she did not expect her peers to know these things and highly doubted that her sister, Mercer, or Yumeki-senpai would have boasted such information to anyone else.
Mostly today the Ravenclaw was hoping to learn something that she could apply to her already well refined art style and, at best, throw into her performance calligraphy routine for nationals the next summer.
Adorned in her usual dark Lolita inspired attire, complete with high knee socks, Mitsuki gravitated towards Brandon Fox but elected not to interrupt his interactions. It was more in her nature to make quiet appearances than announce them, after all. Her eyes looked around the space before falling on the Charms professor and noted the smock which was something she had not personally worn since kindergarten. She felt it unnecessary for herself and, hopefully, it would not become a requirement.
She felt too detached from the essence of her art materials with such a cloth barrier.
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