"Oh no, no - there's no rush, remember?" said Mrs. Vincenzi, wiping some floo powder off her dress as she approached the kids. She then proceeded to dump all the large and heavy bags in Ferris's arms, so that he was barely visible beneath the small mountain of art supplies. "Just start when... the inspiration comes to you! When creativity strikes!" she said, assuming this was when artists painted or something, before leaving the scene as she called out to the little house-elf.

Vianna giggled lightly to herself as her mother dumped all the many large and heavy bags on Ferris before then taking some into her own hands. "Here, let me help you with that," she said, smiling with amusement. She peeked into one of the bags and found a large selection of paints in every colour, and different types of paints too - oil, acrylic, watercolor, etc. The girl's eyebrows rose slightly before looking up at Ferris again. "So when will... creativity strike?" she asked with a soft chuckle, using the words her mother had used earlier with amusement in her blue eyes.