A Poop * k8 *
See, Brady seemed like a nice kid. Paul liked him! He just chuckled at his words. "You're just giving Henric a hard time, eh?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he somehow..managed to get paint ALL OVER his front already. "Well, as long as it's not TOO hard of a time, m'boy." He covered his pot in blue paint, now he just had to smooooooth it out a bit. Layer it more, make the color thicker and whatnot.
Painting pots was serious business.
He turned to face Kaylee at her question. "Well, I love flower pots, obviously...and I thought paint would be fun...and obviously who doesn't love food? And I was HOPING it would stay sunny today so it would be nice in here," he gestured around him. Greenhouses were pretty on a sunny, nice day.
Look who had made it! Arthur, the ole' chap! Paul waved at him and gestured at the food. "We have tasty treats..." and then he held up his blue pot. "And PAINTING of course!" he chuckled and set it back down, wiping his hands on his smock. "Relax, Arthur!"
And two first years had arrived! He...believed their names were Lucy and Carl? Maybe? "Welcome to the Puffer Paint Party!" he said warmly as he waved. "You can eat, paint, whatever you want!" lots of nodding and smiling from Paul at this point.
The girl, Lucy, seemed really shy. Paul gave her an extra friendly smile before continuing painting his pot. He was starting with some yellow stars...
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |