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DaniDiNardo · #1 (**permalink**) 12-04-2018, 12:24 PM

Located not too far from the Muggle Studies classroom is where you can find a space dedicated to all things related to arts and crafts. In this classroom, students such as yourself will be exposed to famous historical and modern Muggle and Wizard artists and strengthen your artistic abilities. Here numerous styles and techniques will be observed, and an array of projects will be produced and put on display for all to see.

When you enter the art classroom, you quickly realize that it is not set up like others in the castle. There are no desks in the vibrantly coloured room covered with paintings and other gizmos and gadgets aplenty. In the centre is a large table that is meant to serve as a universal workstation. Scattered around the room are smaller, individualized tables, easels, and shelves containing a number of books and any supplies your creative mind may need. Tucked in the back is a dark room for developing photographs. Everything in this room is for you to use, so long as you clean up after yourself.

BanaBatGirl · 01-06-2021, 11:57 PM

Another thing Bernie liked to do to get her ~feelings~ out, without exploding anything?

Painting! She was of the opinion that abstract art was the best art, and thus she was standing in an old outfit in the empty art classroom, paint pots of every color set out on the table in a half-circle, paintbrushes at the ready, a cup of water ready too, and a big blank canvas set up on an easel. She was going to make the most of this room, at least until the BAD GUYS came in and probably ruined everything in THIS ROOM too.

But back to the painting. Bernie had a new technique in mind today, and thus picked up a wide, flat-ish brush. She dipped it partway in the red paint and then stepped back from the canvas, running her thumb along the edge of the brush like she was fanning it at the canvas. Brilliant red splatters landed on the canvas, and some on the floor, and a little on her as well.

"AHA, it WORKED," she exclaimed, taking in the sight of the red splatters that, in hindsight, looked a lot like blood. Uh, no matter. She was proud of her work. Which color should she do next? BLACK?!

pundantic · 01-07-2021, 01:37 AM

Kale was a sad sack of a boy. In the last few days, he had discovered his Daddee was not his Daddee at all and instead a face stealing gremlin, he had been stupefied that first night back, AND he had an unforgivable curse tossed at him in DADA. This was the darkest timeline.

The fifth year dragged himself from corridor to corridor just to do something when he heard the shOUT! With the current climate of the school, Kale felt his heart fall out of his bum. WAS SOMEONE HURT????

He bolted, throwing open the door to the Art Classroom, and was pelted with red. OMIGOD. He froze. Someone was dead. WaaaaaaaaaaaH!!! He walked in on an attAcK.

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Alert. ALERT. A L E R T.

Oh. Wait. He wiped at his eyes. Red paint. Wowza. “Bernie?” Kale blinked. “You okay?”

BanaBatGirl · 01-07-2021, 04:27 AM

Bernie was so proud of herself. Someone call her Jackson Polecat, amiright? No, really, was that the painter's name or...?

She'd just decided to stick with red (and was flicking more on the canvas) when Kale Trent came zooming in. Bernie greeted him brightly with a nod. "Yeah, I'm great. Hey, you wanna give this a try?" She wagged the red paintbrush with him. "It's almost as good as blowing things up."

Though maybe.... if she finished this painting... she could take it outside and then blow IT up?! GENIUS!!

pundantic · 01-07-2021, 01:12 PM

Kale wasn’t much in the mood for revelry. He was a serious boy now with serious life problems—

Blowing things up??? Hold on. Wait a minute. What a gosh darn minute. Well, he wasn’t a robot. That word was way too inTeNSE and fUN to not catch his attention. Even if, when his brain finally caught up with her suggestion, she was just offering painting.

Still. That word had POWER. It shocked his insides up enough to make him forget about all the bad stuff. For, like, half a second.

“Yeah. Alright.” He didn’t bother wiping the remnants of paint from his face. “What do I gotta do??”

BanaBatGirl · 01-08-2021, 03:20 AM

"Here," she handed him the brush, noticing the red paint on his face but deciding to ignore it. His hands were going to be covered with it in a sec, since she had it all over her thumbs now. "Just give it a swish and flick, OR, you can use your thumb to flick the brush's paint at the canvas."

Bernie demonstrated while Kale held the brush, then took a step back from him. "It's a great stress reliver, I promise." And they all needed that, but he needed it more than most. Bernie chewed on her lip as she waited to see Kale try it out. Should she say something about his dad, or lack thereof? She thought she should.

pundantic · 01-08-2021, 07:11 PM

Admittedly, Kale was a bit of an artist himself, mmk? He was a throat artist. Or as the plebeians referred to it a triple threat. The fifth year understood pizazz. Heck, he pretty much invented it when he was like two years old and first discovered the power of glitter. So. Yah. He could totally handle the paint brush, Bernie.

He waved the paint brush like a conductor would command a room. Swishy swishy swish swish.

"What'dya think?" He asked mid-paint toss.

BanaBatGirl · 01-09-2021, 11:30 PM

Er, yeah. Pizzaz. Was that what Kale called it? Bernie might have said his art skills were closer to the level of pizza than pizzaz, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. She tried to back away to minimize the damage of the paint flying everywhere, including on herself, but was too slow.

She popped open a red-splattered eyelid. "Great," Bernie chirped, only half-looking at the canvas. "It looks, uh, great! Well. It doesn't matter what it looks like as long as you're having fun. Might as well try another color, right?"

Bernie finally edged away to the art supplies, selecting a brush and some paint for herself, going for purple this time. Was she selecting the colors of brusies on purpose, er...? No time to think about that now. Bernie needed to find another canvas. She dug one out of a closet in the corner and busied herself with setting it up near, but not too close to, Kale, on a separate easel.

Before she got started though, she had to get something off her chest. She took a breath, her words rushing out in one determined run-on sentence. "Kale, I wanted to tell you that your dad was the best even when he gave me detention and suspended me and stuff and I still really miss him I hope he comes back soon."

There. She'd said it, so she could go back to being tough and painting, not thinking, ONLY.

pundantic · 01-11-2021, 04:55 PM

Kale felt his heart fall out of his shoes. Splattered on the floor like the broken, pathetic mess it had been since a face stealing gremlin revealed himself and collapsed his whole darn life.

His face paled and he stopped throwing paint at the canvas. Bernie took the wind right outta his sails. ”Oh,” he said softly. “Uhhh. Thanks?” Kale didn’t really know what to say when people brought up his not-officially-dead-but-probably-dead-Dad. It was awkward to say the least.

Painting didn’t sound like much fun now tbh. So the oldest Trent sunk to the floor in a pile of sad. Plz leave him here, thnx.

BanaBatGirl · 01-12-2021, 01:07 AM

She'd gone back to minding her own business, determinedly painting via the flick flick method, when Bernie heard the soft thud on the ground behind her. Nooooooooo! Bernie internally screamed as she whirled around and saw Kale on the ground, collapsed like someone had snuck in the room and cast a silent crucio on him... again. She had half a mind that someone HAD done just that! Bernie couldn't just leave him there like that! ~~Could she leave ANYONE alone, honestly?! No.~~ This would not be a repeat of class!!!! She would make sure he was OK this time!!!

"Noooooooo! Kale, I'm sorry! KAAAAAAALE!!!!!!!" Bernie yelped and ran over to the table, dropping her paintbrush on it with a clatter. She reached for the first thing she saw, which HAPPENED to be the cup of water they were supposed to use to clean their paintbrushes, and rushed back to him, THROWING the water on him like it might revive him.

She fell to her knees then, dramatically shaking the wet boy's shoulders. "KALE, WAKE UP! KAAAAAAAAAAAAAALEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"

pundantic · 01-13-2021, 08:52 PM

Kale was sad. And wet. Kale was sad and wet. He knew why he was sad, but the wet felt unearned. Hadn't he endured enough?!?? Lookin' at you, Bern. GOSH. And the water she picked up was, like, dirty water, too.

It was bad enough being a sadness puddle. Now he was in an actual puddle to boot. LOOKIN' AT YOU, BERN!

He puttered. Gave a sad lil lip and said, "You threw water at me." He shook out his hair and added. "I'm wet."

BanaBatGirl · 01-14-2021, 12:55 AM

Awww, Kaaaaaaaaaaale.

"I'm sorry," Bernie sniffled in Kale's direction. BUT. "You shouldn't have fallen down like that! I thought--- I thought you got c-c----" She stammered over the image she still had of him; it was stuck in her head from Defense class and who knew how long it was going to live there rent-free. "It doesn't matter. YOU'RE FINE." Bernie gave his shoulder a big POKE.

And!!!

"I can dry you off!" Bernie hehe'd and dug her wand out of her boot, still plopped on the ground there next to her fellow lion. "Lemme try. I got this." First she siphoned the excess water off the ground with tergeo, and then she cast the hot air charm on him so her wand was like a Muggle hairdryer.

Look at that. Look at Kale's glorious hair. It was mesmerizing, momentarily.

pundantic · 01-15-2021, 09:28 PM

Oh my sweet murky Merlin, was she about to bring up the crucio incident? He would like to go back to painting, please. There was no mentions of his probably dead Dad and he was dry and he didn't have to remember that really bad day in DADA. It felt like Bernie was intentionally trying to check off boxes on how to hurt a Kale. AND HE WAS SENSITIVE ENOUGH AS IT IS, OTAY?!

And she poked him. He was wet and she poked him.

His sad lil lip turned into a full-on wibble. Wobbling and wibblin' as he tuh-ried not to cry. He was strong. He was grown. He was totally not a crier at every lil moment of distress.

Sniff sniff. SEE? SNIFFLE SNIFF. No tears.

Before he could really say much of anything to any of her outbursts she was blowing hot air in his face as breakneck speeds. GAH! His lips were blown back and he could feeeeeel his face jiggle. Wooblewooblewooble. "B-b-b-bernie!"

BanaBatGirl · 01-16-2021, 01:54 AM

Oh, KALE! He had to stop his lip quivering like that, or he was going to make Bernie cry TOO. AND SHE WAS NOT A CRIER! Not THIS year! SHE ONLY CRIED IN MUGGLE STUDIES, OKAY?! THAT WAS THE RULE.

Bernie pouted a moment, thinking of SEVERAL ways she could get Kale's lip to stop wibbling, and still blowing hot air on his face with her wand. She couldn't help but grin at the sight of him; he looked like he was both in a wind tunnel AND a shampoo commercial at the same time. It was enough to get her hehehehe'ing.

"K-k-k-kaaaaaaale!" she ~~mocked~~ repeated him with a giggle. "Hang on, I want to try the hot air challenge." She turned her wand on herself, the force of her wand blowing her back a few inches, her mouth going all wide and o-shaped. "WHOAAaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa!!"

pundantic · 01-18-2021, 05:00 PM

Kale really wished he looked like Beyoncé when the whole windswept challenge thing was unwillingly thrust upon his face, but instead he looked silly. Which made the whole saD of the one-two-punch from Bernie WORSE. Gosh!

He was in distress. And nothing. Absolutely NOTHING— do you hear???— was gonna change his mind on the trash fire that was this exchange—oh.

Pfffffft. The fifth year snorted. And then giggled. And then BELLY CHORTLED. She looked suuuuuper funny. “Your fa-a-ace!” Was that what he looked like??? Hilar.

BanaBatGirl · 01-20-2021, 03:43 AM

Kale definitely looked more like a Hanson brother than Beyoncé, if Bernie was being honest, but then again, no one reading this anymore is old enough to get a Hanson reference. Mmmmmmmmbop!

She grinned around the wind, happy to see him laughing, and got up, suddenly struck by an idea that was sure to result in another Thanks, Bernadette moment. Bernie SHOULD have offered Kale a hand up too, but she was too impatient. She lowered her wand, the hot air charm still going and blowing against her leg, and dashed over to one of the paint pots, a blue one.

"KALE, Kale, Kale KALE KALE KALE," she chanted, "watch this!" Bernie snatched her canvas off her easel, dropped it on the ground, stood over it, and dumped the paint pot so it pooled in one pile in the middle of the canvas. Then she pointed her hot air charm at it, blowwwwwwwing the paint across the canvas. And probably over her, and the floor, and anyone within a three-foot radius.

HOW COOL WAS THAT? Listen, she didn't really care if Kale was impressed or not. She was creative and she liked it.

pundantic · 01-20-2021, 08:07 PM

Anyone on the floor was Kale. That was him. So, like, when she went ahead and blew the paint all over the place he got a FACE FULL of blue. Which was admittedly better than the splash of dirty water. He was movin' up the world.

He wiped the blue out of his eyes with the back of his hands and lumbered to his feet. There was some artist'ing happening and Kale was super keen to soak it up. It was a fab-o distraction and Kale Trent was a connoisseur of distractions lately for obvious reasons.

"No. Way." He leaned over Bernie's shoulder, allllll up in her space to see beTTeR, and said, "Can I try? Can I try???"

BanaBatGirl · 01-20-2021, 10:03 PM

Bernie could have jumped when Kale popped up behind her but she CaLmLy stole a glance over her shoulder, found them nearly face-to-face, and turned back around again. She was momentarily torn between bursting out laughing at how blue he was and turning red from their proximity. Even bits of his lion's mane hair was blue, she noticed.

"Yes, yes," Berns answered quickly, biting her lip to hold back the laughter at his painted faaaaaaaaaaace, and handing over her wand. Though, she supposed he could just do the hot air charm himself with his own wand. Oh, whatever. Bernadette had NEVER been cautious with her wand. It still had bits of tape from when Kale's dad had fixed it for her in her first year. "I'll get more paint!" She scurried off to bring all the paint pots over so they could just... dump them out and make a YUUUUUUUUGE unsupervised and colorful mess.

pundantic · 01-24-2021, 02:29 PM

Kale Trent was werking the blue, okay? He had been totally intending going pink as soon as his hair was long enough, but the blue might be the moment. And he was always tryin’ to live in it. The moment™.

As to proximity, Kale didn’t really ever notice that. He was, what was the word, annoying like that. His sister was equally spatially challenged. Snuggles and cuddles and hovering were all the best way to interact with friends. And Bernie was a friend even if she, like, threw dirty water at him.

It didn’t even occur to him that there might be some trust in handing over her wand directly. Kale was too busy making waves of paint ripple on the canvas. Weeeee!!!

BanaBatGirl · 01-26-2021, 03:37 AM

Kale Trent WAS working the blue. He looked like a modern-day Braveheart (or was William Wallace the correct term? Berns wasn't the best at History, after all).

Hard to say if Mavis or Kale was more spatially challenged; Bernie got along with them both, but she herself was not such a snuggler. Definitely more of a puncher, to be certain. Regardless, she returned with the paints and tried to pour one out over the airstream, laaaaaaaaaughing as it blew a bit like spray paint.

"So fun," she narrated. Then, a pause came, as she had a rather Granthamy thought. "We should graffiti the school like school like this."

Because why not, if the bad dudes were here to destroy it all anyway? Why not leave their mark before it burned to the ground?

pundantic · 01-27-2021, 01:29 AM

Kale was straight vibing. In all fairness, Bernie had gotten his hair wet with dirty water (yea, he wouldn’t be letting that go any time soon), but she had also introduced him to tornado paint. The official sponsored name of whatever this activity was actually called. And tornado paint was dope.

He giggled as she added more shades and hues and sparkly paints to their masterpiece. BUT it could cut off like a record scratch when she suggested graffiti.

See. The Gryffindor in Kale was down. The older brother who promised Mavis he’d try not to get murdered wasn’t convinced.

He answered Bernie somewhere in the middle. “I dunno.”

BanaBatGirl · 01-28-2021, 02:02 AM

....dunno? He didn't know?

Bernie's blue eyes were lit by an internal fire, one she seldom really let burn. She wasn't focusing on Kale though, she was staring down at the tornado paint job.

"Why not." It wasn't a question; it was a statement. Why wouldn't he just join her in this. Why. It such a Gryffindor thing to do that she knew Kale had to be interested. Why, Kale. Why not.

Bernadette wasn't the happy-go-lucky darling she'd once been, thanks (in part) to the dunderheads in charge this year. But she'd also definitely deliberately thrown some of the lessons she'd slowly learned from Malachi Trent to the wind as well. Why. Why not? He wasn't here to suspend or expel her. Everything she had loved and cared about here was slowly being ruined by the Neo-Alliance anyway, so what was left to risk?

pundantic · 01-29-2021, 05:28 PM

"I dunno," he repeated, more sure. "You're a muggleborn. And I'm not exactly the Hooded Dudes most liked student. I don't mind, like, sticking up for ourselves. But going outta our way to provoke them?" He had a little sister who'd already lost a Dad this year. Kale Trent was not trying to make her loses 2 for 2.

And yeah, it was a BUMMER, okay???? Because any other year he'd be down. He'd always thought Hogwarts needed some glitter on the drab, old stones. But, like, they had to be pragmatic-- that was a word his Dad used to use a lot-- and poking guys with wands ready to hurt them? That wasn't the lewk, Bern.

BanaBatGirl · 01-29-2021, 05:40 PM

No surprises here, but Berns didn't like hearing the word no.

"Fine." She snatched her wand back, ending the fun air spell. Ending their hangout, too, she was. Yep. Berns couldn't just be the light and happy go lucky Gryffindor girl all her days; that was more Phoebe's thing. "As usual, I can see I'm going to have to do everything myself."

She marched away then, heading for the door without further ado. Kale could clean this (read: hers) art room mess up for all she cared.

pundantic · 01-29-2021, 05:48 PM

Kale's eyes big time bugged outta his head when Bernie snatched her wand away. Like, yah, sure, technically it was her wand and she could do what she wanted, but it was an alarming gesture. They had been having so much FUN!

And then she was runnin' away, which wasn't very Gryffindor-like, and leaving him with the mess, which honestly was very Gryffindor-like.

So he fumbled after her, skirting in front of the door before she fled completely, and said, "Hey, hey, hey. Are you mad at me, or something?" Call Kale perceptive, but he could sorta sense that she was, y'know?

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