 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Rowan relaxed a little sitting next to Solomon – nice to have the support of a friend in class, even if he was unaware of her tension or that he was, in fact, being supportive. She liked to believe she hid behind a mask of indifference at all times. Her gaze then settled on Ezra as he joined them, grateful too that she wouldn't be alone during the class with the two fellow seventh years with her. If they had to make fools of themselves today, she would have two.. um.. strapping lads to hide behind.
And at least Solly had some artistic capability. As for herself, “Art is subjective." She too lowered her voice. "So if you count stick men as art, then I'm an artistic genius.” She smiled at the Gryffindor. “Sorry.” She added. Because if there was group work involved and they all teamed up, she would undoubtedly be the weakest link. "Can you draw?"
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