This was turning out to be an interesting class! Azura was glad the Professor had at least agreed with her spirit idea though! Maybe it wasn't so lame after all? Her thoughts though would have to wait as she now has something to do!

The nearly 12 year old Ravenclaw scooted from her seat and made her way up to the front and grabbed some dark blue clay. She held it in her hands as she walked back to her seat, kneading it gently.

Now, what to put in it? Not spit of course, she wanted the magic to be strong, and she could go with her hair, but as she sat down, and looked down at her clay, she could already feel tears welling up in her eyes. Jasper would have loved this! Art in class!

Her feelings of loneliness started to bubble to the surface and tears started to well up in her purple eyes.. She missed Jasper so much! She missed everyone it seemed! She felt so alone most of the time!

She stared blindly down at the clay as her tears blurred her vision and then they ran down her face and dripped into the clay.

A soft sniffle came from her as she started to mix her tears with the dark blue substance.. Biting her lip a little as she tried to stop crying!! The tears just wanted to keep coming it seemed.