The day had gone from bad to worse as she woke to realize the thing in Divination class had actually happened. She had REALLY gotten into something resembling trouble for real. It had all come flooding back to her as she lie in bed that morning, which consequentially had caused her to have a panic attack... and then made her late to her first class. Fourth year was proving to be the pits, for sure. As a means to try and move past her TRAUMATIC experience, the Hufflepuff had quickly made her way to the art classroom once her free period had come.

What better place to try and find some peace and quiet and also use a creative outlet to let her despair out, right? Right! Peeking her head in to be SURE no one was already using the space Penny let out a quiet sigh of relief before barging in and dropping her bag on the floor. Yep. Time to work with some GLITTER or something happy! Now where to start?

Dezi wasn't necessarily a morning person but one of the good things that came out of this new Headmaster's absolutely insane plans was that he actually felt awake. At eleven am. It was a miracle. Or maybe what the man had said about exercise in the morning was right.

No matter.

What mattered was that he had a free period but he was awake and showered and full of pancakes and had so much time to kill. Or two hours. But that was ages.

"Hey! After he had made his way inside and realised that there was someone else there already, he immediately brightened up. Noisily, he dropped his bag in the middle of the room and sauntered off to where the girl was. "Can you paint my face?"

Oh no. NONO. There was a loud person invading her space? Before she even turned around after jumping a few feet from being startled she just KNEW it was going to be a Gryffindor. They were all so... rambunctious. It was annoying, really.

Not that Penny would ever say that in a million and one years.

Keeping her face neutral, the Hufflepuff shook her head. "No. I...uh... dun thin' tha's a very good idea," she explained, only stammering over her words once or twice. Seemed being put out made her not quite so prone to awkward pauses when she spoke. Good to know. She did, however, offer the boy a small smile. One that she hoped came across as sincere and didn't mangle on her face whilst in delivery. Feeling a bit bad for how she was handling things she added, "I was goin' ta make sommat for me mam. Wif glitter probly. Wanna... um... sit with me while I do tha'?" How awkward did that sound? Sweet Mother of Merlin, please just take her now.

Unfortunately, for all of his social skills, Dez never quite developed the ability to be tactful. Or to notice when someone is uncomfortable. Or to understand that, actually, some people just want to be left alone. The more the merrier, right?

"It's a great idea!" What was she talking about? "I have Darts next...--" That was short for Defense Against the Dark Arts, obviously. "-- and I was going to get war paint on my face in case we have a duel!" He even moved his fingers across his cheeks to show the girl what he meant, just as a sign that it was indeed a great idea. Nevermind that the odds of the second years actually having a duel in their DADA class as minimal at best. "I was thinking red and blue...

He also had a tendency to ramble, in case it wasn't clear. Thankfully, that just meant he talked so much he barely listened to other people; in this case, her slight stammer went completely unnoticed.

"Sit?" The second year looked up at the girl and blinked a little, both at her words and at her weird smile. "No, that sounds boring. I can help you though! Or maybe I should paint something for my Mum too! Are paintings a thing Mothers like?" And, without waiting for an answer, off the boy went, to get all the supplies they might need. Personally, he was really into the glitter idea.

What was all of this? Penny couldn't keep the look of horror from her face as the boy just KEPT ON talking. Over and over and over again. It was beyond her how he had so much to even SAY to her. It was mind boggling.

And what was Darts? Was it a weird extra curricular he had found? Was it CODE for something? Ah but there it came... she was able to decipher his code when he mentioned dueling. Okay then... "Ya know that isn't likely ta happen, yeah?" Or maybe it was with the new Headmaster/Professor at the helm. She sincerely hoped it wasn't a thing anyway. The mere thought of having to duel a classmate against her will was anxiety inducing.

AS was this kid's tendency toward rambling, because yes she had definitely noticed. As it were, she merely offered a slight smile and moved to gather glue, glitter, and paint brushes... and colored paper. Yes, that was what she needed! "I dunnae wha' yer mam likes... but mine likes anythin' handmade, yeah." Which is better than what she had thought at him... but luckily she had the power to think before speaking and thus didn't let random, potentially hurtful words tumble out of her mouth.

#Hufflepuff #MannersAreAThing

Chloe needed to do something that wasn't studying. She had spent most of term studying and getting better at her magic and she really felt that she had started being able to compete with her classmates. So now she wanted to have some fun, but what to do?

Finding herself in the art room she looked around. She loved to color and paint, so maybe she could do something with that. Looking around she found the paper and paint then moved off to a table.

Now, what to make?

Ashton wasn't much of an artist, but he loved photography, and when he heard that the Art room had a dark room he grabbed his shoe box of undeveloped film and ran towards the art room.

When he made his way inside, he quickly noticed he wasn't the only one here, which was perfectly okay with him. The young girl was painting at a table all on her own. "Oh, Hello. I hope I'm not bothering you. Just come to develop some film." He said lifting the box with a smile.

He hoped he hadn't startled her. Being 6'4" and all...it happened pretty often.

Gaston wandered down the hall toward the art room. Scrimgeour's reign of terror kept him so subjugated for so long that he suppressed his creativity for most of the term out of fear of it being used against him,
but now he realized that was only hurting him worse. If he didn't channel his emotions creatively, they would manifest in more destructive ways!

It had been so long since he set foot in the room that the place seemed almost foreign to him! Bright blue eyes scanned the room to see if anything had changed, and Gaston soon saw he wasn't alone. "Hello, Miss McCarthy, Mr. Grey," he greeted, beaming at each of the students in turn... the first time he'd been able to smile at anyone in months. It did his heart good to see students expressing their creativity! "What art projects are you working on today?"

It was only after he'd spoken that he realized how that probably sounded. He hadn't meant the question as a test to see if they were following the rules; it was out of genuine curiosity. He gave the pair a reassuring smile as he crossed the room to a standing easel. Now if he could just find a canvas and some paints, he'd be good to go!

Moving toward the shelf Chloe grabbed some paper and paints. As she was turning to find a workspace she heard the door, "Oh hi, not bothering me at all. I just was coming in to see what I could come up with." She really wasn't the most artistic person, but she loved to try and it was always fun to draw pictures at home.

"So you are a photographer?" That was interesting and she had never really seen how people did that, maybe he would let her watch. Though she didn't want to completely get in his way either. "I'll stay out of your way, promise!" beaming at him she found a workstation and sat down.

Trying to fully decide what she was going to actually paint her eyes moved to the door again, "Oh hey Professor" giving him a small smile and wave. With all the changes this term she was glad her two favorite professors were still there. "I'm just going to paint, but I'm not fully sure what yet."

Bettie thought before school was out she should check out some of the places she had not checked out this year. One of the places she came across was the art classroom. A pond entering she found the darkroom. She will take advantage of that next year. For now she was she is going to go play with the watercolor she spotted before she entered the darkroom.