Kitty's bat was almost finished. Its wings were fine but unfortunately its face had turned into a complete mess. Oh well. Still good considering that this was the first time she finger painted.

"Haddie!" She beamed at her merry friend as she skipped up next to her and began painting. "Nothing new, except I ruined my nails." Kitty smiled faintly and held up her green and black stained hands. (Green for the bats eyes.) She watched as Haddie very enthusiastically painted a happy purple squid. "Nice. You are way more talented than I am at finger painting, clearly."

Juno was about to greet the professor when she noticed that the professor wasn't there.......and had left a note.....wanting them to paint.
-_O

What was going on with all these professors wanting them to color and paint? Juno didn't mind of course, but it was sure interesting to see the similarities and of course the differences between all their teachers.

Juno took an easel next to her sister whispering, "Hey Es," and giving her a wink. She could tell Esme was totally in the zone. She did love to paint. But Juno...wasn't nearly as creative as her sister. Yeah she could sing a pretty good...and she was ok at drawing...but that was about it.

Sighing, she covered one of her hands in a rich purple, and the other in black. She placed her hands all over in different positions; purple here, black there, until the majority of the canvas was covered in purple and black hand-prints. It actually looked really neat.

Niomi was ready to learn charms this year. She reviewed and prepared for this class. Charms wasn't always her BEST subject. By preparing, she was hoping this year she could get better at it. She wanted to start the class off with a fresh start, by greeting the professor once she arrived.

Standing outside the door, she put a smile on her face and entered. Ready to walk up to her professor and say hello. When she walked into the class though, she found no professor, only a note. Her smile dropped. She wasn't able to greet the professor now. Hopefully this isn't the start of a bad charm class. By bad, she didn't mean it was a horrible class and subject, but in hopes that she will enjoy and increase her knowledge more than she has before. As stated before, Charms is NOT her subject.

Looking around the classroom, Niomi found an empty easel to sit at, all along. She wasn't sure who would be in her class, so she sat near the front, to the side, where no one was around. Hopefully someone would join next to her and say hello.

She wondered "Why the easels? Maybe to pastime before the professor arrives? OR maybe there is a lesson behind this!" She had no idea, but went along with it. Niomi was no artiest. What would she paint? She was disappointed there were no paint brushes. She loved to keep herself and everything clean. Who knew how long it would take for him to arrive to teach class, might as well finger paint than do nothing.

She dipped her pointer finger in the purple, and started to draw purple tress. There's no rule saying her trees can't be purple in her painting.

Was he for real?

Brian Woods had barely walked out of a miserable Muggle Studies lesson where they were forced to DRAW - sure, they were graded on "effort" or whatever but he really didn't enjoy watching himself fail where others did spectacularly - and he was in the charms classroom again with no professor but loads of paint. Paint.

He immediately turned around, walked back outside and checked the number above the door. He seemed to be in the right place. Brian stepped in again, squinting. Oh. Look. Writing on the board. What was even with Primeaux and his need to write on stuff instead of tell them in person? Were they just not worth his time? Seriously.

...........................................

He was for real.

They were finger-painting.

He was very nearly sixteen years old and they were in a lesson where they were required to paint. What was this? A strange thing where they took anywhere between five to ten years off their age and did coursework meant for seven-year olds? Well, since they were doing this, he supposed he'd play along.

Assembling a small army of colours, he began to colour in the pH chart. Using the colours of universal indicator that he had memorized, the Hufflepuff went from pH1, a dark red on up to a good, deep indigo for pH14.

Hum dum de dum.

Bec enjoyed Charms classes. It wasn’t that she was amazing at it but she managed to get by with the others pretty well. There was room for improvement though but that was why she went to classes. As she entered the classroom for the afternoon lesson and she didn’t even notice how clean the room was. Maybe because she was used to it by now. However, the easels where the desks were supposed to be obviously caught her attention and she scratched the back of her head. They were going to paint in charms class?

Interested, Bec wondered if they were going to learn a charm that shot coloured paint out of their wands to make an art work but then her smile fell. She wasn’t an artist. But first she needed to greet the Professor. The Gryffindor looked at the front desk but soon realised that the man was nowhere in sight. Was he late. Tsk. How can a Professor be late?! Her brown eyes then travelled to the board and read what was on it.

So she had been right. They had to paint. But not for a grade nor was he collecting them later. Just …paint. “Am I the only one who thinks this is strange?” she asked no one in particular as she made her way to one of the easels. She looked at the colors and then at the canvas. What did people even paint? And then it hit her.

She dipped her finger in the black paint and drew a circle. Next came a straight line down , the body then two lines in the opposite direction for the legs and then she drew six arms. Yes, six. With another finger, the eleven year old pushed it in the red paint, swirled it around and brought it to the canvas. She drew a cloak around, a red cloak which she added with golden dots on it to make it look more majestic. On top of the head, Bec drew a pink crown with blue jewels on top of each spike and added vampire teeth before she grinned proudly at her artwork.

It needed a title though….

Miranda made her way into the class just in time.... Thank Merlin she didn't get lost.She had already met her Charms professor and had the feeling he wasn't too keen on tardiness.And that was alright with her because she herself hated being late for anything...especially meals. But anyway, she found a seat around the middle of the class room and readied herself for the first lesson.As for the finger painting... Oh no... definately not going to happen.

Miranda looked around and saw that everyone else was painting and figured she didn't want to seem too stubborn too quick so she went and got some paint and pulled out some paper and to work she went... she certainly was not an artist by any stretch of the imagination. That's why she had originally thought to refuse doing the bit of busy work Prof. Primeaux had given them. she worked on it for several minutes before crinkling her nose at the picture that could have been painted by her little brother Eivan.

Merlin he hated paint, he hated anything that could cause a mess. So knowing the students were int he classroom with paint put Julien on edge, but he had a purpose. Maybe he should have had Ansley step in and teach this lesson. That made so much more sense then him doing it. He could appreciate art as long as he wasn't near it while it was being made. He stayed in his office away from the finger painting and while he was in there he imagined how much of a mess the room would be. Someone would probably try to splatter it on the walls or something. He could envision points being taken and detention most likely.

When it was finally time to go in Julien took a deep breath and stepped in. His brow raised to the cleanliness of the room. Yes, he was impressed. He was also impressed to see Daxton and Blaise. They both got nods of approval. He was glad they were there, he was glad everyone was there. "Good afternoon. If you could please stop painting." With a flick of the wand there were towels moving towards each of them. "Use these to clean up your hands." No paint on your robes!

"Charms is something that truly can make our lives easier in so many ways, but to know how much easier it is you have to first remember how hard it was without magic. Some of you just started to learn back in September while others of you have been doing it for years so it is easy to forget what it was like to not have it." They were reminded every summer, but hew as making a point. "The first thing we do as children when it comes to art is finger paint, which you are doing here. The next step is usually picking up crayons or a paint brush to use. " He looked at all of them as he spoke. His eyes hitting his own horrid picture for a second before he vanished it away.

"I want you to take a moment, you can use the finger painting, crayons, or paint brush and actually make something. A stick figure, a fish, anything you would like. Go ahead and take five minutes."

okay this class was about what now?! Learning how muggles did mundane things every mundane day in their pathetic little mundane lives?! NOPE! Not at all... " Professor?" Miranda called out as her hand shot into the air. " Everyone knows how to do it... What's the point?'
Yeah she wasn't exactly making a great impression but she didn't come to school to doodle on parchment all bloody day.So, there she sat arms crossed and quite against this ridiculous lesson.

Azura smiled at Cornelius as he came to sit next to her and she waved her sky blue fingers at him. Another slightly painty wave got tossed to Hattie as she walked in and waved to her.

She was almost done with her sky when the Professor walked in and she wiped her hands on the towels he had given them all.

She listened to him carefully smiling as he talked about charms.. She loved this class! She had only been using them for a little over a year and it already get like magic was a part of her now!

She nodded as he said to actually make something with the paints this time and she decided to finish what she had already started with the finger paints. She picked up a brush, dipped it into the yellow paint and started to draw a sun in her blue sky.

Niomi wasn't pleased with the mess on her hands. "When will this end," she wondered, hoping it was soon. Her prayers were answered! Professor Primeaux arrived. This did startle her when we first spoke, but she was relieved the finger painting could stop.

Once the Professor provided towels to wash her hands, she was thrilled! No more dirty hands. When he announced that we could continue to draw, Niomi was a little disappointed, but luckily she could use something other than her hands. First, what the heck is a crayon?! Being a pureblood, she never heard of a crayon. Must be a Muggle things.

Not being the best artist, she picked up a red crayon and started to draw stick figures. The room grew a little silent under she heard a girl speak up, asking what the point of this was. There was also the one student that asked the point of the class activity. Niomi stopped what she was doing and turned to look at the source of the voice. It was a young girl. She has never seen her before. She must be a first or second year. The girl was dressed as a Hufflepuff, so that could also be why Niomi didn't recognize her. Niomi was used to people asking a straight forward question. Coming from a young girl, who was a first or second year, was shocking. Usually the young'uns were the scard one and the older students asked these questions.

Niomi stopped what she was doing, looked at Professor Primeaux, waiting for his answer.

It was something of a surprise to see Blaise turn up at the classroom, and amusing too, in a way. The majority of the time, they tended to skip class together, but the time that Daxton had decided to make an appearance, it seemed that Blaise had been caught and marched to class too.

Daxton kept his eyes on Blaise right up until he came and stood nearby, and offered the explanation, at which point Daxton simply nodded. He knew the 'he' to be Airey Flamsteed. Additionally, he was quite certain that Blaise was now thinking along the same lines as Daxton: was it too late to get out of there?

Of course, just his luck, the arrival of Primeaux quickly answered that question. After this point, they could still leave, but they would be noticed... not that that had ever stopped Daxton before. But leaving, walking out, it would cause much more trouble than skipping the entire lesson, and Daxton was not sure he could be bothered dealing with the hassle, and negating the act of coming here in the first place.

He leaned back against the wall, ignoring any form of acknowledgement from the professor, while Primeaux got started with his lecture. But it was only a moment later that something really grabbed Daxton's attention.

... to know how much easier it is you have to first remember how hard it was without magic.

Daxton gave an infinitesimal raise of his eyebrows. Was that some kind of a joke? Was he being mocked? Despite the low chance of such a thing, Daxton was instantly convinced of it, and he glanced over at Blaise to see how he might react to such a statement.

As the lesson moved on, Daxton did not touch the art supplies, still incredibly suspicious about the entire affair. Once again, just like the day in Primeaux's office, he felt very much like he was being patronised, but this time, in a room full of people, it somehow felt more personal.

He glanced towards the door, considering his options.

She really wasn’t getting into the whole finger painting thing. In fact, by the time Professor Primeaux had arrived, all Brooklyn had done was trace out a slightly crooked circle on her canvas in black paint. She had ideas, but she wasn’t about to actually finger paint them. She wasn’t a child. She actually couldn’t remember doing much of this when she was a child, but then she’d been more into ballet even then. Not to mention violin once she’d picked that up. Art wasn’t her thing, at least not this kind of art.

The towel was entirely welcome, and she used it to clean paint off the finger she’d used. That was better than Scourgifying her finger any day, and she had begun at least half-listening to the lecture as it had begun. So this was just to remind us of what the world was like without magic? That still didn’t really make sense, or at least why paint was involved. There didn’t seem like there was going to be a clear explanation, either, which h was slightly annoying.

At least they didn’t have to keep finger painting if they didn’t want to. She definitely didn’t want to, so she was quick to pick up a brush. Now she could finish her dragon. She refused to let it look like a two year old had painted it, even if she wasn’t an artist in any way.

The professor told them to stop painting... just to tell them to start again? Jaemin blinked at Primeaux when he finally made his appearance, his tiny little internal irritation meter slowly rising. He was not good at art, and he did not want to draw, much less draw more. And he knew very well how to live without charms, or magic in general. After all... he'd grown up in an environment that exposed him to both but allowed for the Muggle part to take precedence for the first part of his life.

But he had to make a 'something'. He probably wouldn't have found it so irksome had this class not followed the Muggle Studies class that had just been about learning about his classmates rather than anything Muggle. The small Slytherin looked at the single green handprint on his canvas and, after a moment, rummaged around for a quill. It was easy enough to add one little triangle, and a few lines to the bottom of his palm, and then he set the quill aside again and stepped back, decidedly done.

There. A turkey. He'd made "a thing".

Ohh they got to paint things, Echo was super excited about this but she wanted to be very careful as well she didn't was to get her robes all messy.

Picking up a paint brush she tapped it on her table trying to figure out what she would make. That's when it hit her, paint a snake.... it is her house animal. Smoking she grabbed some green paint and a little bit of brown and yellow as well and off she went.

This was actually quite fun. "Professor I'm done" she said while raising her hand. She drew a nice cute little terrifing snake.

She had just stepped back and was eyeing her work when the door opened and Professor Primeaux entered. They were bring told to stop painting and washrags floated towards them. Having already cleaned her hands she didn't really need it but she caught it out of the air anyhow and set it aside for the moment.

Hady listened quietly to what the man had to say about the use of charms and how much easier it made everyday living. That was very much a fact and one she had come to love however she was very much for doing things the muggle way most of the time when possible, like the months where she was home for break or holidays. She knew what he meant though how one could get so dependent on being able to use magic that when they couldn't they felt completely lost.

But what? Now they were being told to continue drawing. What was she supposed to draw now that she had already finished her picture? There was nothing at all she wanted to add into her nighttime forest finger painting. Sighing she grabbed a brush now that she was able to use that and gently dipped the tip into a bit of light brown paint. Bringing her brush towards the canvas Hady added a small fox peeking out from behind a tree. It wasn't perfect as she only had five minutes but the detailing was much better then her finger painting areas.

Janelle decided to start with her favorite colors and see where that took her. She picked the blue paint to start with and stuck her hands into it with enthusiasm. She hadn't finger painted in years, but it was something she had enjoyed doing when younger. Her hands full of paint, Janelle placed them towards the top of the canvas and began to move them around. Moving her hands in waves and circles, she made her abstract sky. Then she added a little blue to the bottom of the canvas. This was going to be the beginning of her water. Janelle added some green and and mixed it with the blue. This was her ocean.

As she pondered her next move, Professor Primeaux arrived. No more finger painting? Awwww. Janelle took a towel and cleaned her hands. Not satisfied with the result, she gave them a quick Scourgify. Nice and clean again, she was ready for the next step. It seemed that Janelle was going to have to abandon her abstract work in favor of something more concrete. Not a problem, she could just add to what she had done already. Janelle picked up a brush and dipped it in the yellow paint. Then she drew a bright sun in the corner of her sky. Then she took some white paint and added a few clouds. Finally, Janelle painted a sailboat on the water. Putting the brush down, she stood back to evaluate her work.

Fiyero stepped back to admire his painting. It wasn't super accurate, but he could still tell it was an owl. By the time he'd finished, his hands were a mess. Professor Primeaux wasn't going to like that...He thought about using a scouring charm, but then he'd just get paint all over his wand. He was about to just wipe his hands on his robes when Professor Primeaux appeared. He hadn't seen that, had he? A stack of towels floated toward the class, and Fiyero grabbed the nearest tone, wiping his hands. There, much better...

Oh, okay. So that's what the paint was for! Fiyero liked art, and he liked Charms class... but he didn't see what they had to do with each other until Primeaux started speaking. He stared at the canvas in front of his for a minute. He had no idea what to paint next. Then it came to him; he'd paint a tree for his owl to perch on!

He dipped his paintbrush in the brown paint for the tree trunk, then added some green leaves. He frowned; it still needed something but what? His mind wandered back to the apple game in Professor Flamsteed's class. That was it! He'd make it an apple tree. Dipping his brush in the red paint, he added a few apples at the top of the tree he'd just painted. There... perfect!

He didn't know what to make of the nod and didn't think he liked it either. For all Blaise knew, the Professor probably thought this would become a habit, the beginning of something he'd look forward to. No such luck. The boy and Daxton were truly on the same line of thought but he wasn't nearly as resigned as the Ravenclaw. This was a Charms lesson, Charms involved magic, ergo something would go wrong and when it did, that would be his chance.

Then it happened.

...but to know how much easier it is you have to first remember how hard it was without magic...

"Not true, Professor." The boy's hand had shot up without a second thought. He spared a glance at Daxton, knowing that if no one else in the room would understand and agree it would be him. "Things aren't hard without magic. They don't become easier once you've learned a spell, in fact you've got better luck going the old fashion way. In Potions I light my cauldron quick as anyone else, catch a piece of parchment on fire and transfer it to my burner. Incendio doesn't come nearly as easy and can take me half an hour." Being generous with the time. Naturally it could take longer considering the time he would need to walk back to his Common Room to get his wand, walk back, clear his mind, win over his wand, make it think he was in charge, botch the spell a few times, catch everything but the burner on fire. You got the idea.

As for making something, he already had. A red noodle stick thing. Adding anything else would only ruin it. He was done, this was his entire art piece. Couldn't the man tell?

They got to actually carry on painting or drawing? That was so cool. Harriet loved drawing. She was a pretty artistic person, so that made her happy. She beamed she picked some crayons up. She loved paint, but crayons were her thing. She knew this was charms, and she wanted to learn about magic, but she loved painting and arts too. So she figured this probably going to have something to do with magic. So that was okay for now. That made her happy, so she carried on with her drawing.

She decided to draw a pretty flower. She liked flowers. She beamed, drawing the stem in a nice green color, she liked that colour. And then she drew a sunflower at the top. She loved yellow, so it was a good flower to pick. Harriet beamed as she carried on drawing her pictures with the crayons. Deciding that she wanted a little bit of paint too, she added some details with the paint, before putting her brush down. Perfect. She was happy with that. And now could they learn some more charms?

What was up with all the requests from their teachers to have them draw things? Last she checked she was in a Wizarding school which meant she should be learning how to do artwork with her wand, not paintbrushes. Nonetheless, Sky wasn't going to be defiant yet mostly because she was a first year and still getting a feel for the professors.

Taking a paintbrush, the first year put the hard end to her lips a moment as she contemplated what to paint. Glancing around the room, her gray-green eyes fell upon her bestie and she set to work. Except she drew them as stick figures, for time-sake more than anything. Two female stick figures with skirts, holding hands. And by the 'chest area' of one of them, she dabbed her paintbrush in the green paint and placed a dot, symbolic of the Slytherin emblem on her own robes. And on the other figure, she placed a yellow dot for Hattie. There, she was done with that part of the assignment.

Nice work. Well thanks Kat. Dante nodded to her before going to back to him doing nothing. Since well he was done and only waiting for Professor P and speak of the cleaniness devil. He is here.

Magic at make you lazier which he guessed was part of the point Blaise was making. Dante did not really listen to anything else Professor P was saying since it was basically not important and nothing he cared about. He only tuned back in when he heard instruction. Which was also ridiculous.

He wiped off his hands grabbed a black crayon and drew a meh smiley face.

What was the point of this Professor?

Why had they been told to stop their work only to...restart it a minute or so later..? With a sigh, Rooney went back to his paints and continued to work on finger painting a red curtain either side of the black piece he already had. Simple was the way forward. Simple, simple, simple. Well..not as simple as other people and their work, but enough that he wasn't really putting his entire effort into it. Wasn't this a Charms class?

Well HE was charming.

Charming on the stage. Charming in the spotlight.

Charming Rooney Brownyn, of Ravenclaw.

Hadley shook her head at Kitty and chuckled a little. "They aren't ruined. You just repainted them, is all." One day, Hads was going too teach Kitty how not to obsess about her hair, make-up and nails and let herself just really enjoy all the fun making an absolute mess could be. But not now, not here in Primeaux's class.

Speak of the devil, he comes Primeaux. Hadley shrugged at Kitty's compliment. "Nah, I was just seven a few weeks ago, that's all." She begrudgingly used the towel to clean her hands off, although it was still way too tempting to also clean them on her robes. Somehow the Californian teen managed to resist that urge. Wait...make something?

What if she already made something? Like a very happy purple squid something. Ah, well. Hadley shrugged and picked up a brush. Rather than make something new, she simply added to her her squid. By the time she finished it was a very happy squid fighting off a boat full of sailors and a sperm whale all at once. He was happy because he was winning.

WHY WOULD SHE WIPE HER HANDS OFF WHEN SHE WAS HAVING SO MUCH FUN? Honestly, Charlotte was getting right into it, and her fingers were covered in all sorts of colours and so, when they were told to 'actually make something' she just kept on with her fingers. SHE WAS PAINTING A SELF PORTRAIT!

His eyes fell on Daxton first, he knew the boy would not do the work. He had come to figure that much out. He wasn't giving up on Daxton though. Nope, he was going to keep trying until he found something that worked. Hence the art lesson. Julien was not comfortable paint in this room, but his effort was to try and reach some of the more hands on students and different levels of learning. He would soon show them why it was fun to know charms. Charms were an amazing piece to life if you knew the right things to do.

Though it didn't seem like Daxton was the only one that felt the need not to do anything. There were a few. Seriously did parents not teach respect anymore or you know if instructions are given shut up and just do them when it is a Professor. He stared at the first year a bit, the over eager one that seemed to now have an attitude on top of it...


"The point is to learn why we do what we do. I can give you words and movements all day, but do you truly understand why you need to do it. Can you appreciate it that way? I can answer for you, no, you can't. In my classroom I do things to hep all learning styles learn as well as give explanation and examples behind the learning." Though she should have known that by now. It was November and classes had been going on. "Please focus on your creation so you can really know the why soon."

Merlin....

When Blaise spoke up the vein that was about to pop went down again and a rare smile crossed his lips. "You are still young yet Blaise, you keep working on Incendio and you will get it. Working hard to achieve something don't make you a slow learner nor does it make it out that it is harder for you. It just means you are dedicated and determine to succeed. Charms do make your life easier. What if you are somewhere there is no other way to get fire, but with your wand? Will you just freeze because you can't start the fire by rubbing two rocks together? We have a very lucky gift with magic that we should embrace and try our best to master. Before teaching and even now I do love to experiment with charms, try to make new ones that can help with life."

He glanced at the rest of the class. "What Blaise is saying speaks lots of truth for younger wizards. You are use to using tools that aren't magic so it does come easier. I myself will pick up a broom once in awhile, but if I can just stay in my chair and wave my wand wouldn't that be easier? Now I had you start with finger paints because as a young child you probably have finger painted. It's messy, it's fun for the child, and it drives parents and adults nuts. Perfect combination, but what if you could bring that finger paint to life or at least make it seem that way. I saw a hand earlier what if that hand could wave?" He turned and flicked parchment to the board and went over, "I'm not a good artist, but if I was going to make a stick figure person and wanted him to walk I could either draw or paint a few stick figures to indicate he was walking or use magic." Lifting his wand he he traced the stick figure, " Animatae"

Watching the stick figure move around the page he finally glanced at the class. "Is this more of an entertainment thing then making our lives easier, yes, but isn't it more interesting then just a standing still figure? You can use the drawing that you have already made or you can make a new one, but please go ahead and bring it movement. The wand movement is just tracing your drawing and then saying the words, Animatae." Not where he was going to start with the lesson, but teachable moments.