Eliza felt like jumping up and strangle Leo's pretty little neck!"Watch it Moretti!" she snarled,she could be evil if pushed and crazy if insulted and that was truth!"You say one more thing and I'll ram these paints down your throat!" she told him so only he could hear.Prefect or not,he was an annoying git!

She looked at Rebecca "It doesn't matter;a butterfly,a broomstick,a wand.Or me killing Moretti!" she whispered the last part to Rebecca.

suzy started to paint the rose on her face. She used a deep red for the outside petals, and a lighter red for the inside petals. since she painted her face a light green color for the base, she used a dark green for the leaves. It was turning out nicely.

Chloe blinked a few times and raised her eyebrows. Why does she always pick on me?, she wondered, glancing around to make sure no one was approaching her with paint. Good, they weren't. "I don't mean to offend you or anything, but, uh, I bet that paint causes some kind of, um, rash. That's not good for my face. It's flawless right now and I'd like to keep it that way. So sorry, Professor Lainey, but I think I'll pass."

She sunk down into her chair and put her hands on her cheeks. She was supposed to be the one putting paint on people's faces for pranks or wrapping them up in something crazy, not the other way around. It was like Lainey knew this or something and was trying to change that. But no. Chloe would not let that happen.

With one hand now covering both of her cheeks and mouth, she wrote down some notes with her other hand. She had heard many stories but never one about some puppet with a large nose. This was definitely a good time to take some notes.

Leo eyed her as she stroked the red paint on her lips. Red worked out for her, it was...stunning. He gapped for a while as she continued putting on the red. "Oh. Yeah. Sure. Paint. Mmkay" he mumered as he was mesmerized by her. Obviously, Leo wasn't paying any attention.

"Mmkay, Malfoy" he sighed as his eyes were still on Lua. "Sure. Paint. Throat" he said as he passed the blue paint to Eliza without even looking at her. His eyes were still on Lua.

"Professor, in the version of the story I have heard, Pinnochio is a rotten little brat." Aurora had to think long and hard about what her Grammy had taught her.

Eleanor thought about Bucky's Pinocchio theory, and chuckled, but it sounded plausible.

The brush tickled her brow and she couldn't help but twitch a little. "She smiled a big smile and took her own brush out of the purple paint and painted a circle on the bulb of Bucky's nose. she took a bit of green paint and painted cat-like whiskers as Bucky was painting her brows. "So what year are you?" She asked her while looking about the other colors while trying not to move her head.

~Green whiskers? How dumb is that?

~Shut-up..I'm having fun..

Eleanor frowned but quickly turned it upside down in hopes that Bucky wouldn't notice.

"That's not a bad theory, not a bad theory at all. It's possible..."

"Oh I like this one. It makes this Blue Fairy a bad woman, law breaking witch. Sounds about right. Crazy muggles are always trying to romanticize the bad witches!"


"Fact or fiction, it makes no matter. I am firm believer that most fairy tales are true. You give muggles a lot of credit if you think they thought up this stuff on their own. However, you do have a nice theory there. It's possible."

"Hmmmm.... you're not trying to romanticize this Blue Fairy are you? She made this boy's nose grow! Think of how painful that must have been! Everyone, drop your paintbrushes and pull on the end of your nose as hard as possible. It hurts!" Lainey demonstrated, getting paint on her hands and making her nose even more red.


"Yes, the heart does make one do crazy things," Lainey stared at Bucky, thinking 'Speaking of crazy things..' "This is why people your age should just focus on school and not worry with boyfriends and girlfriends." Says the spinster.

"Points for all your answers, though! Excellent work!"

"Perhaps, we're villianizing the wrong chracter though. After all, it was this dear Pinocchio boy that was telling all the lies, causing all the problems, and even running away from his father, as Aurora has poined out. I believe, this "boy" was a Metamorphmagus. He was no puppet! He was just born with a gift! Do you all think that is possible?"


Lainey waved her wand non chalantly at Chloe, turning her arms, her hair, and everything but her face - blue. Everyone was to be painted, afterall.

Lua glanced sideways at Leo as he spoke, his tone was different and she certainly haven't seen him look at her this way before. Glancing between Leo and the paint pallet. He liked red, didn't he? She couldn't resist the faint smile slipping from the edge of her lips as she dabbed more to soak her lips more.

She froze the dabbing as she heard a Gryffindor yell across the room at Leo? Raising an eyebrow at her direction, she couldn't help but giggle at Leo's response to her.. she never ever though red was this powerful, on Leo the least. She pouted to push her lips out more and leaned closer towards Leo "Is that girl bothering you hun?" she asked wrapping her hands around his neck then pressed her lips on his cheeks, then slowly pulled away to see the outline of her lips marked there.

suzy raised her hadn, "it would make alot of sense if he were a metamorphmagus because how can a boy be made from an "enchanted piece of wood." I mean i just think he has to be an incredibly talented metamorphmagus."

She continued to paint the beautiful red rose on her face it was starting to look real.

Patrick grinned. It was kind of a stupid theory but it had been his thoughts. He smiled more when Lainey chastised Bucky. "I thought Pinochio wasn't nice," he muttered when Lainey continued to say that the Blue Fairy was not evil. "Yeah, it's possible. But where's the point in making your nose grow when you tell a lie?" he asked hand in the air. He continued with his other hand to create a pinkish circle around the other eye.

Niky pulled her hazel curls back so she would get no paint on it and picked up a couple colors. She looked around for anyone else whose face wasn't painted yet and spotted a boy by himself. She had seen him before, always playing around with that ball of his. She smiled politely and approached him. "Hey, what if I paint a soccer ball on your face?" she giggled, smiling to herself. She was a good artist, and this was a fairly simple drawing anyways.

When she heard Professor Lainey speak, she raised an eyebrow at the question. "If he was a Metamorphmagus, why would he make himself out of wood in the first place? I thought the carpenter built him..." she asked curiously.

"Professor,he moves from the vegetable to the animal kingdom, rising gradually within each class.He begins life as a featureless stick of firewood (possibly pine wood) which is then transformed into a wooden puppet. Next he moves through animal identities (watchdog and donkey), and finally achieves full human status." Aurora was starting to feel a bit frisky and took some paint on her brushed and flicked it at Kennedy. Now she was speckled. Aurora began to laugh hard.

More Red. Red niiiiceee. His head kept saying as he saw Lua put more Red on her lips. Why was red so pretty? And why did it make Leo go all numb? No one knows...sadly

"No. Girl. Who?" he mumbled. Not hearing a word she said, but when she had wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips on his cheeks. Leo started to cough uncontrollably

Christian turned around to the girl who wanted to paint on his face. He recognized her from the day in the ice cream shop. He remembered that he flicked a paper triangle at her. He figured it would probably be best not to bring it up in fear that the girl would smack him in the head with the paint set and then semicalmly paint his face. It was pretty obvious, Christian was paranoid about the actions of girls. Even though he seemed to be attracting them left right and center. He nodded his head to the hufflepuff,
"Sure, do you want me to paint something on your face after?"

"I am calm!" She protested and colored Elly's lips blue. "Bah! Miss Elly you now look fashionably creepy."

If that was even a term.



"I'm a fifth year. Pretty old no?" She said wrinkling her nose at the touch of the brush. She had always been a bit too ticklish. "I'm guessing you're a first year, right?"

The girl seemed a bit odd and at times it even appeared as if she was thinking or paying attention to something other than what was in front of her. But then again all first years were extremely odd.



Bucky pouted.

"It was just a theory," she muttered to herself then whispered to Eleanor. "I don't even have boyfriend. Quite ridiculous really."