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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.
It was only about a week into the new term but Christian had already taken a ton of pictures, and already used an entire roll of film. Luckily he had plenty more for the rest of the term. Or he could just ask someone to send him more. But he had bought plenty on the off chance that for whatever reason owls would not get through either way because Merlin knew that happened a lot of the time here. He’d have some here.
Anyway, today he had some time to work on developing his photos that he had taken so far. He really had some that he wanted to see how they turned out. As he walked into the art room he walked pass a few of the easels and table of art and craft supplies. Vaguely had an idea of what do with the pictures after they had been developed. He stood there debating with himself if it was a good idea or not. He started looking around at the art supplies. Maybe just maybe with a little bit of magic it could work.
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Originally Posted by SarcasticStrawberry
It was only about a week into the new term but Christian had already taken a ton of pictures, and already used an entire roll of film. Luckily he had plenty more for the rest of the term. Or he could just ask someone to send him more. But he had bought plenty on the off chance that for whatever reason owls would not get through either way because Merlin knew that happened a lot of the time here. He’d have some here.
Anyway, today he had some time to work on developing his photos that he had taken so far. He really had some that he wanted to see how they turned out. As he walked into the art room he walked pass a few of the easels and table of art and craft supplies. Vaguely had an idea of what do with the pictures after they had been developed. He stood there debating with himself if it was a good idea or not. He started looking around at the art supplies. Maybe just maybe with a little bit of magic it could work.
It was only about a week into the new term, but Kinsay was already harboring all the stress. Even though she said she wouldn't do that this term. This, of course, only added to the stress. Everything was so much. So naturally, it was time for a trip to the art classroom - her favorite place in the entire castle. She reaaaaaally hoped no one else would be inside because she kind of reaaaaaally wanted the space to herself today.
Except when she poked her head in, it became immediately apparent that she'd have to share. Standing just under the doorway, she weighed out her options. Then, with a little hesitance, quietly made her way inside properly. She wasn't even going to say anything, she really wasn't. But her housemate looked confused and Kinsay couldn't not help. She'd feel awful lousy and guilty about it if she didn't.
"Do you need help finding stuff?" She asked as she moved to the edges of the room to collect her own supplies - a few brushes and a paint set.
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Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!
It was only about a week into the new term, but Kinsay was already harboring all the stress. Even though she said she wouldn't do that this term. This, of course, only added to the stress. Everything was so much. So naturally, it was time for a trip to the art classroom - her favorite place in the entire castle. She reaaaaaally hoped no one else would be inside because she kind of reaaaaaally wanted the space to herself today.
Except when she poked her head in, it became immediately apparent that she'd have to share. Standing just under the doorway, she weighed out her options. Then, with a little hesitance, quietly made her way inside properly. She wasn't even going to say anything, she really wasn't. But her housemate looked confused and Kinsay couldn't not help. She'd feel awful lousy and guilty about it if she didn't.
"Do you need help finding stuff?" She asked as she moved to the edges of the room to collect her own supplies - a few brushes and a paint set.
He had no idea what he was doing. Well actually he did but at the same time he didn’t. It was a complicated matter, clearly. Photography, skateboarding, quidditch, potions not that difficult compared to arts and crafts… or girls. What was he even doing here? Do girls like when guys make them homemade things?
Opening and closing drawers, He didn’t even notice that someone else had arrived. Buttons, those little fuzzy pom pom balls, fabric, felt. It wasn’t until he heard someone speak that he stopped looking. In fact he jumped at the voice, ”Ahhh.” Knocking over a few bottles of glitter.
Opps.
He turned and looked around, seeing a housemate of his. ”Oh hi, Ummm Yeahhh maybe?” He chuckled, he did in fact need help and a lot of it.
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The art classroom was probably his second - or third - favourite place to be. While he loved baking in the kitchens, the art classroom was where he went if he wanted to think on various things like ingredients and design. After all, this was the most creative spot in the castle. It couldn't be better.
"Maybe the ratio could be lowered by a smidge, if the flavour allows for it...."
Mumbling to himself, Sammy started adjusting some of the numbers on the piece of parchment in front of him. The longer he worked on it, the messier the parchment started to look. A few scribbles here, some tiny - but bad - drawings there. But that was how this worked, wasn't it?
And did he notice if there was anyone else in the room? Absolutely not.
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Originally Posted by SarcasticStrawberry
He had no idea what he was doing. Well actually he did but at the same time he didn’t. It was a complicated matter, clearly. Photography, skateboarding, quidditch, potions not that difficult compared to arts and crafts… or girls. What was he even doing here? Do girls like when guys make them homemade things?
Opening and closing drawers, He didn’t even notice that someone else had arrived. Buttons, those little fuzzy pom pom balls, fabric, felt. It wasn’t until he heard someone speak that he stopped looking. In fact he jumped at the voice, ”Ahhh.” Knocking over a few bottles of glitter.
Opps.
He turned and looked around, seeing a housemate of his. ”Oh hi, Ummm Yeahhh maybe?” He chuckled, he did in fact need help and a lot of it.
"Oops," she cringed, looking at the fallen bottles of glitter. That'd be a hard mess to clean up. Unless they used magic, but Kins wasn't about to try doing magic in front of him. It'd be way too embarrassing when it didn't work. So. So he'd have to be the one to do it and she wasn't going to suggest it. That'd look too suspicious. "I didn't mean to sneak, but I don't usually find people in here," she explained. Kiz usually only came around during the earliest hours of the mornings to avoid people. But that was a Hogwarts hack she wasn't itching to share with anyone. That'd ruin the sanctity of the room. The early morning hours were hers.
In any case, she genuinely was trying to be helpful. But if Christian found what he needed and left sooner, that'd also be nice. It'd be a good double win. "I know this place like the back of my hand." Down to every little nook and drawer and piece of gum stuck under the table. "What are you looking for?" Because she could probably find it.
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The art classroom was probably his second - or third - favourite place to be. While he loved baking in the kitchens, the art classroom was where he went if he wanted to think on various things like ingredients and design. After all, this was the most creative spot in the castle. It couldn't be better.
"Maybe the ratio could be lowered by a smidge, if the flavour allows for it...."
Mumbling to himself, Sammy started adjusting some of the numbers on the piece of parchment in front of him. The longer he worked on it, the messier the parchment started to look. A few scribbles here, some tiny - but bad - drawings there. But that was how this worked, wasn't it?
And did he notice if there was anyone else in the room? Absolutely not.
The art room was also Ash’s second or third favorite place, up there with the treehouse and the Weasley swamp... and the music room... and the ‘tech’ lounge... and the common room... and the lake... and the kitchens... you know what, she liked a lot of places. Including the art room. She liked the art room because there was art. Duh.
Right now, she was taking a break from her more complicated(read: depressing) artwork to just paint a watercolor ocean shore. Which was not complicated, although she could talk about the symbolism of the ocean all day long if you really wanted to hear about it. She headed to the art room to get started, but instead of an empty room, there was... Sammy. Sammy Summers. She briefly considered leaving. She had mixed feelings about him. He was really nice and fun to be around, and he might be dating(???) her dormmate, but still. He was best friends with popular people who really didn’t like her. Namely, Cambridge and Kinsay. Mostly Cambridge. And despite his insistence that he really did like her, she didn’t entirely believe him. If he was her friend, then how come he acted like Mamie... but whatever. Ash was in the mood to have FUN. If Sammy was secretly trying to betray her, then her life was a lie and she would please like to maintain the lie. Thank you.
She walked up behind him and hesitantly looked over his shoulder. “Baking stuff?” It was kinda hard to tell with how messy the parchment was, but Ash could read it. That didn’t mean she UNDERSTOOD it. She wasn’t a very good baker, no matter how many times she watched Quinn bake. As long as it was exact measurements, she was fine... but substitutions? Measurements like ‘a pinch’? Nope. The extent of her baking skills was ‘I make cakes sometimes with lots of help.’ So... yeah.
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SPOILER!!: Ashhhh!
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The art room was also Ash’s second or third favorite place, up there with the treehouse and the Weasley swamp... and the music room... and the ‘tech’ lounge... and the common room... and the lake... and the kitchens... you know what, she liked a lot of places. Including the art room. She liked the art room because there was art. Duh.
Right now, she was taking a break from her more complicated(read: depressing) artwork to just paint a watercolor ocean shore. Which was not complicated, although she could talk about the symbolism of the ocean all day long if you really wanted to hear about it. She headed to the art room to get started, but instead of an empty room, there was... Sammy. Sammy Summers. She briefly considered leaving. She had mixed feelings about him. He was really nice and fun to be around, and he might be dating(???) her dormmate, but still. He was best friends with popular people who really didn’t like her. Namely, Cambridge and Kinsay. Mostly Cambridge. And despite his insistence that he really did like her, she didn’t entirely believe him. If he was her friend, then how come he acted like Mamie... but whatever. Ash was in the mood to have FUN. If Sammy was secretly trying to betray her, then her life was a lie and she would please like to maintain the lie. Thank you.
She walked up behind him and hesitantly looked over his shoulder. “Baking stuff?” It was kinda hard to tell with how messy the parchment was, but Ash could read it. That didn’t mean she UNDERSTOOD it. She wasn’t a very good baker, no matter how many times she watched Quinn bake. As long as it was exact measurements, she was fine... but substitutions? Measurements like ‘a pinch’? Nope. The extent of her baking skills was ‘I make cakes sometimes with lots of help.’ So... yeah.
Sammy was entirely too focused on the parchment, which was only to his detriment. But there was a recipe to perfect! And he couldn't afford to go halfway, not ever and not with this recipe. Maybe that was why more decimal points were starting to appear on the par-
"AARGH!"
The fourth year jumped, almost as if he'd been jolted out of his headspace and into, you know, ~the real world~. It took him a moment of a lot of blinking, both to gather his surroundings and shift his focus. "Sweet Merlin," he sighed. Smile through any embarrassment, Samuel, just like your parents. "I didn't even know you were here. How long have you been standing there?" He almost didn't remember what he was mumbling all that time but if it was something embarrassing........
........ well.
"Uh, not technically. But if you could bake in here, that would be really cool, right?" Cue a dimpled grin and trying to hide any thoughts about how messy the place would be. "Amabel and I," As casual as he was trying to make it sound, there was no denying the rise of pink in his cheeks. "came up with a new flavour so I'm trying to perfect the recipe."
"What about you? Are you here to make one of your masterpieces?"
Sammy was entirely too focused on the parchment, which was only to his detriment. But there was a recipe to perfect! And he couldn't afford to go halfway, not ever and not with this recipe. Maybe that was why more decimal points were starting to appear on the par-
"AARGH!"
The fourth year jumped, almost as if he'd been jolted out of his headspace and into, you know, ~the real world~. It took him a moment of a lot of blinking, both to gather his surroundings and shift his focus. "Sweet Merlin," he sighed. Smile through any embarrassment, Samuel, just like your parents. "I didn't even know you were here. How long have you been standing there?" He almost didn't remember what he was mumbling all that time but if it was something embarrassing........
........ well.
"Uh, not technically. But if you could bake in here, that would be really cool, right?" Cue a dimpled grin and trying to hide any thoughts about how messy the place would be. "Amabel and I," As casual as he was trying to make it sound, there was no denying the rise of pink in his cheeks. "came up with a new flavour so I'm trying to perfect the recipe."
"What about you? Are you here to make one of your masterpieces?"
Ash ducked down and shrieked(how embarrassing) at the LOUD noise. She hadn't been thinking about how quietly she could sneak up on people. "Oh, um, sorry Sammy. I didn't mean to scare you. You were just muttering baking stuff for a bit and then I said hi and then you said 'aargh.'" Was he MAD at her? It was okay if he was. Then she would have an excuse to avoid him forever... but she knew she didn't really want that.
"Sooo you're trying to do something nice for your girlfriend?" Awww. That was so cute! Wait... were Amabel and Sammy actually dating? She hoped they were. It would be SO cute... and selfishly, Ash wanted to laugh at the irony of the situation. Meaning, she wanted to gloat about how Cambridge was wrong and she was right. But obviously, that was a horrible thing to want(and she must be a horrible person)... so she kept that part to herself. "I would offer to help, but I don't know that much about baking." Unfortunately. Yeah... she was definitely the wrong Ravenclaw for this. Really, Quinn was the right person to talk to. But Ash didn't like feeling useless, so if her friend(were they even friends?) Sammy could find her something to do like illustrate, that would be much appreciated. Would Amabel be extra happy if Ash helped, or would she be ANGRY and MAD? Ash didn't wanna make Amabel upset. Amabel was one of the only people who seemed to really accept her! "I'm actually taking a break right now... just relaxing and painting the ocean. Y'know, art stuff." She looked at him hopefully. "I know how to draw baking things."
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SPOILER!!: FWEND
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Originally Posted by astrocat
Ash ducked down and shrieked(how embarrassing) at the LOUD noise. She hadn't been thinking about how quietly she could sneak up on people. "Oh, um, sorry Sammy. I didn't mean to scare you. You were just muttering baking stuff for a bit and then I said hi and then you said 'aargh.'" Was he MAD at her? It was okay if he was. Then she would have an excuse to avoid him forever... but she knew she didn't really want that.
"Sooo you're trying to do something nice for your girlfriend?" Awww. That was so cute! Wait... were Amabel and Sammy actually dating? She hoped they were. It would be SO cute... and selfishly, Ash wanted to laugh at the irony of the situation. Meaning, she wanted to gloat about how Cambridge was wrong and she was right. But obviously, that was a horrible thing to want(and she must be a horrible person)... so she kept that part to herself. "I would offer to help, but I don't know that much about baking." Unfortunately. Yeah... she was definitely the wrong Ravenclaw for this. Really, Quinn was the right person to talk to. But Ash didn't like feeling useless, so if her friend(were they even friends?) Sammy could find her something to do like illustrate, that would be much appreciated. Would Amabel be extra happy if Ash helped, or would she be ANGRY and MAD? Ash didn't wanna make Amabel upset. Amabel was one of the only people who seemed to really accept her! "I'm actually taking a break right now... just relaxing and painting the ocean. Y'know, art stuff." She looked at him hopefully. "I know how to draw baking things."
Now there was shrieking?! Oh Merlin oh Merlin. Sammy held out a hand for her, instantly starting to feel bad. Her reaction was..... something. Something that also made him a little bit worried for her and her state. "No no, I'm sorry. I was in my own world and didn't realise you were there."
And there it was. Girlfriend.
His cheeks immediately started turning into the colour of bright red velvet cake. Even though the two were official - but not official because of Emm reasons - he wasn't going to deny the girlfriend part. It sounded cool! And it implied that there was kissing involved without actually saying it. "Maybe? Isn't that what you're supposed to do? Surprise each other?" He really needed help from a guy who wasn't his dad. Really.
Speaking of help, "That's fine! Thanks for the offer," he said, giving her a smile, "I've been doing this for as long as I can remember so it shouldn't be too hard." He hoped. And he hoped that reassured her, too.
Sammy's curiosity perked up at the art stuff Ash was talking about. Art stuff, art masterpieces, same thing. He still had that piece she made for him for his last birthday hung up in his room. "So why the ocean? Do you have prompts or do you paint whatever you feel like?"
"Oops," she cringed, looking at the fallen bottles of glitter. That'd be a hard mess to clean up. Unless they used magic, but Kins wasn't about to try doing magic in front of him. It'd be way too embarrassing when it didn't work. So. So he'd have to be the one to do it and she wasn't going to suggest it. That'd look too suspicious. "I didn't mean to sneak, but I don't usually find people in here," she explained. Kiz usually only came around during the earliest hours of the mornings to avoid people. But that was a Hogwarts hack she wasn't itching to share with anyone. That'd ruin the sanctity of the room. The early morning hours were hers.
In any case, she genuinely was trying to be helpful. But if Christian found what he needed and left sooner, that'd also be nice. It'd be a good double win. "I know this place like the back of my hand." Down to every little nook and drawer and piece of gum stuck under the table. "What are you looking for?" Because she could probably find it.
Well this was a big mess. And glitter was the worst thing to have to try to clean up. He chuckled. Luckily he knew a few spells to clean it right up thanks to his mom. ”That’s alright. I’ve got it.”He was the one who made the mess in the first place. He decided that a vanishing charm would probably be the best way to go about this. But he did manage to bend down and save what he could of it by getting it back into the bottles.
But now he had glitter all over his hands. See glitter it stayed around, you can not completely get rid of it. Without thinking he wiped his hands on the side of his pants. Great. Though he was sure he had just mad is mum proud, maybe starting the next new fashion trend. He would owl her and let her know.
”It's okay. I thought I was alone.” Letting out a a small chuckle. ”You do? Handy actually. I don’t know. I uh need something to make some picture frames.” Maybe just maybe with her vast knowledge of the art room, she would be able to help a guy out.
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Now there was shrieking?! Oh Merlin oh Merlin. Sammy held out a hand for her, instantly starting to feel bad. Her reaction was..... something. Something that also made him a little bit worried for her and her state. "No no, I'm sorry. I was in my own world and didn't realise you were there."
And there it was. Girlfriend.
His cheeks immediately started turning into the colour of bright red velvet cake. Even though the two were official - but not official because of Emm reasons - he wasn't going to deny the girlfriend part. It sounded cool! And it implied that there was kissing involved without actually saying it. "Maybe? Isn't that what you're supposed to do? Surprise each other?" He really needed help from a guy who wasn't his dad. Really.
Speaking of help, "That's fine! Thanks for the offer," he said, giving her a smile, "I've been doing this for as long as I can remember so it shouldn't be too hard." He hoped. And he hoped that reassured her, too.
Sammy's curiosity perked up at the art stuff Ash was talking about. Art stuff, art masterpieces, same thing. He still had that piece she made for him for his last birthday hung up in his room. "So why the ocean? Do you have prompts or do you paint whatever you feel like?"
”Oh um, okay.” Ash stood up from where she was hiding, blushing because she was... very embarrassed. He couldn’t tell anyone she did that!!! ...What was he holding out a hand for? She had no idea so she just sorta stared at it and then very bizarrely reached her own hand out and shook hands. She regretted it almost immediately. That was... so weird. What if Sammy thought she was weird now? Or worse, what if Amabel found out and thought she was too weird to be friends with? She blushed some more.
At least Sammy was also blushing??? But it was different. Sammy was blushing because he was talking about Amabel. Ash was blushing because she was failing this social interaction. But the show must go on, or whatever.
”Yeah, I think you’re supposed to do nice surprises for her.” Did he get it? For example, Theodore would often make Ash food as a nice surprise, but he would never bring her mirrors because she said she didn’t like them. “This is nice.” Girls usually liked food. They usually did not like venomous spiders. Same went for guys(except for Atlas, who seemed to like spiders).
Oooh, art. Perhaps Sammy should not have brought that up. Ash was... an easily distracted person, and she could talk about this all day. “I’m painting the ocean because it’s my most favorite thing! It’s so powerful and I think of it as a symbol of change, but it’s also peaceful and moves in the same patterns. Plus I just think the ocean looks cool.” She smiled as her mind turned to thoughts of surfing and Theodore. “No I don’t have prompts... I just do what I want...” Was someone talking to her? Because she was fully immersed in a daydream right now. A very nice one. And from the outside, it looked like she was staring at a table like it was her soulmate or something.
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Well this was a big mess. And glitter was the worst thing to have to try to clean up. He chuckled. Luckily he knew a few spells to clean it right up thanks to his mom. ”That’s alright. I’ve got it.”He was the one who made the mess in the first place. He decided that a vanishing charm would probably be the best way to go about this. But he did manage to bend down and save what he could of it by getting it back into the bottles.
But now he had glitter all over his hands. See glitter it stayed around, you can not completely get rid of it. Without thinking he wiped his hands on the side of his pants. Great. Though he was sure he had just mad is mum proud, maybe starting the next new fashion trend. He would owl her and let her know.
”It's okay. I thought I was alone.” Letting out a a small chuckle. ”You do? Handy actually. I don’t know. I uh need something to make some picture frames.” Maybe just maybe with her vast knowledge of the art room, she would be able to help a guy out.
Glitter really was the worst thing to clean up, but it was the most fun thing to use... And she liked using it in excess when she could. Helped add pizzazz. Pizzazz was super important.
She watched as he cleaned up, feeling a little guilty for not offering to help, but then managing a smile when she saw the state of his trousers. "I like it," she offered as a consolation, seeing that he didn't look terribly happy about it. "Glitter makes everything look more fun." Including boring school trousers. She used to love wearing uniforms, but. But after three whole years of it, the whole thing was starting to get too redundant. Glitter would make their robes so much better.
Hehe, handy. Did he do that on purpose?
"There's lots of stuff you can use for that - who are you making them for?" She asked curiously, navigating her way around the room to reach for a drawer that contained some bits he could use for decoration (like seashells, mini pom-poms, sequins).
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