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Magical Arts Studio
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please ? play ? with ? us ? Finneas was just Schmoeseying on down the corridor, peeking his head into rooms as he went. As one does, y'know? Exploration! It was a very important part of feeling at home. And ever since arriving at this school, he had meant to do just that. Feel at home. It was difficult when everything was a) in french and b) so NEW c) did anyone actually live here because this place was so clean ... all the time????? Anyway. AnywaY ANYWAY. The art room had caught his attention and Finneas was-- SLPUUUUUUUUUUUURCH! O______o Oh no oh no oh no oh no. That big splatter of paint on the wall over there? That was a result of an abandoned tube of paint being left on the floor right where Finneas' foot just landed. rip. |
Valencia decided she liked this part of the school solely based on the fact that she'd found the music room on this floor. The piano there and the one in the common room gave her a little sanity in the otherwise opulent school. She wasn't used to this level of pristine and it was honestly unnerving. As she wandered down the hall she smelled the undeniable scent of paints. She poked her head into a few rooms before she finally found an art studio! She'd have to let her cousin know she found one -- Anna would love it here. She tilted her head slightly as one of the Professors was staring at a splatter of paint. "I'd add blue." she commented, assuming it was meant to be some sort of wall splatter art mural. |
Well, er, yes. He was staring. For quite a long time. Head scratching. Eyes blinking. Total shock. That kind of staring, y'know? "Blue, yes," he nodded, before turning his head and furrowing his brows in confusion. "No, no! Not blue!" As if suddenly remembering exactly why that wasn't a thing that he should be adding. He shook his head rather violently, a nervous wreck still. "I don't think she would be too pleased." It would be a true travesty. She'd probably cut off his head and hang it in her office like some sort of trophy. He liked his head, he really did. Anyway, anyway. A n Y w A y. |
"Why... not blue?" Valencia asked. He not only seemed against it, but rather scared of the thought. Blue was a lovely color, in her opinion. "Who is 'she'?" she asked tilting her head and glancing at the Professor. More importantly, why did she hate blue so much? |
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Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Great question. "Well," he started. "Because." He started again. Scratching his head. "That's a wall," he pointed to the, er, wall. "The Headmistress, of course," if she had a vendetta against colors, Finneas was not aware. Though he was sure she probably had a vendetta against paint on walls. And also, against him. |
For Lisa (Lislchen) but anyone can join as well Fiona had been eager to create a few of her own masterpieces ever since she had heard about this art studio. She needed to take her mind off the toil that was schoolwork at times and this was a perfect opportunity. Fiona entered the studio and headed over to a workstation that suited her love for sketching. After carefully setting up her station which consisted of a large sketchpad, coloured pencils and pieces of charcoal which were ideal for shading, Fiona contemplated what she would be sketching. Would she sketch what she normally (portraits) would or was it time to think differently? |
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"Right..." That probably made sense, didn't it? Well. No. Not really. Valencia still couldn't comprehend why someone would dislike a color -- especially one as prominent as blue. "Maybe silver then?" |
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A N Y W A Y. Anyway. AnYwAy. Schmoe laughed an awkward sort of laugh. "Excellent!" He smiled, looking just past the girl. "Give silver a whirl!" Because now SHE was also involved in this mural painting business. Merlin only knew how bad Finneas was with art. Maybe with Valencia's help they could turn the current paint splotch into something more.... uh..... intentional looking. Yes. Anyway. |
Feely <3 Aside from the Rose Garden, the Magical Arts Studio was one of the places Claudine Blaze could be found during a lot of her free time. This afternoon, just after the last of her classes, she found herself in the Studio having set aside time to finish the piece she had been working on since a few days ago- the sketch that had been made of Dorian as he sat waiting for the disastrous CoMC lesson to begin. Claudine set her sketchpad down on a workstation in the farthest, most vacant corner of the Studio then flipped it open to the page of Dorian. She had drawn most of it from memory and despite her being a budding artist, she was pleased with herself. The image did look like the Ravenclaw. Now what she needed were some colours to finish off this masterpiece. Maybe some colour- changing paint would be a great idea… This was her thought as she selected her materials before returning to the workstation. Let the magic commence! |
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She'd just casually ignore that nervous twitch of a laugh, it was only polite. "Yeah, okay." she said picking up a brush and smearing some silver paint on it. She then surveyed the wall carefully before adding a few spiral swirls of varying sizes to the mural. She then smiled. "And now it could use more splashes of color." She wasn't the best at abstract, but did enjoy then there were shapes that could be distinguished within the chaos. "Maybe some blotches that have long tails. she thoughtfully suggested. |
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But the Schmoe must go on, y'know? So anyway (anyway, anyway), he stood and watched as Valencia decorated the splot with some silver. Tilting his head, pretending to know exactly what made for good art. "Excellent observation," he adjusted his bowtie. "Long tails, yes, very good," he nodded. Truly he had no real idea what that meant, but it sounded like she knew. So, yse. He repeated after her. "Which colors would complement it?" He asked, clumsily rummaging through a few bottles of paint, holding one or two up so that she could see. |
Valencia nodded. She, unlike "Bronze." she said confidentially. She liked to think she had a good sense of color. She'd been to plenty of museums and galleries. Far too many for her age, according to her parents. "If you want to get fancy, you can mix it with a burnt orange first. It really depends on how much pop you want." |
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Finneas didn't care for art to be completely honest. What he did care about, however, was not making an even worse impression on Desmaris. And if that meant pretending to be an artist, then he'd......................... "Bronze!" He exclaimed, pointing a single finger into the air. Very good. The BEST, even. "Fancy, yes, good, very er, yes," he turned back to the various paints... Looking for a burnt orange. "How about.... This?" he said pulling out the least orangey orange. BLOOD orange.Try his best. |
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Good thing she was here. Maybe. She wasn't that creative, but she did know quite a bit about art. "That's more of a blood orange." she said walking over to take a look at the paints herself. "Mix a little brown and red with it and you'll get the right color." |
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... Okay, fine, it was graffiti. He'd been pretty okay at it too, although... that was mostly based on his, uh... very young opinion. Mostly he had been happy simply to reproduce vague images on a surface, or repeatedly put down a tag, given that at the time he couldn't write proper words or anything. But a lot of time had passed since then, and Kaiser didn't really do that anymore. There wasn't much point, now that he had other stuff to fill his time. He didn't do any regular art either, beyond pointless doodling in class, so his arrival in the arts studio was very out of character. Which was exactly why he was here. Nobody would think to look for him in this part of the castle, after all. The roof would have been better, but he'd only recently told Trent he wouldn't There was someone already in here, but Kaiser only really cared that he didn't run into anyone he knew. He hesitated in the doorway for only a moment before stepping inside and softly shutting the door behind him. He grabbed some paper and some pens, and set himself up at a separate workstation, briefly glancing over at the other occupant of the room that he recognised from some of his classes, before he looked down at his paper and... stared. ... So... thinking up something to draw was a lot harder once you actually had the blank paper in front of you, huh? |
SPOILER!!: Kaiser! <3 Claudine heard someone come in, heard them rustling about but she paid no attention to whomever it may be. This was how she had recently learnt she could be; it was now easy for her to block out anything that she didn’t want to focus on. Art had done that for her and she was going to be forever grateful for it. The young girl had set up her supplies: water, paint brushes of various sizes and most importantly, the paint. The first bit of paint was applied to a sketched rose. To her awe, the rose flashed from red to pink and back again; interchangeably. Wow. Magic really was amazing. Claudine continued to work on the roses, using the same paint because it was perfect for those flowers. For Dorian’s uniform and skin, however, she would use regular paint. Who needed his skin to change to purple or green or something? Finally, she set her brush down, tip in the water. It was now that she looked around and saw Kaiser- the popular Slytherin. Claudine wondered what he was working on. Her curiosity got the best of her and on her way to get some regular paint, she paused by his workstation. Her usual serious gaze looked down on his paper and she hoped she had snuck up quietly enough so that he hadn’t heard her footsteps. Claudine was just lurking. |
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"Where did you learn colorimetry?" It was highly impressive, if Finneas did say so himself. Which he did, by the way. He did say so himself. Anyway. Where was he supposed to mix these colors? |
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She tilted her head and watched him for a second. "There's a palette over there." |
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"Oh!" he whipped his head up, following her direction. Oh. Yes. "Thank you," he replied before going to get it. "What ratios should I use???" He did not have a natural eye for the arts. |
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