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Merlin he hated paint, he hated anything that could cause a mess. So knowing the students were int he classroom with paint put Julien on edge, but he had a purpose. Maybe he should have had Ansley step in and teach this lesson. That made so much more sense then him doing it. He could appreciate art as long as he wasn't near it while it was being made. He stayed in his office away from the finger painting and while he was in there he imagined how much of a mess the room would be. Someone would probably try to splatter it on the walls or something. He could envision points being taken and detention most likely.
When it was finally time to go in Julien took a deep breath and stepped in. His brow raised to the cleanliness of the room. Yes, he was impressed. He was also impressed to see Daxton and Blaise. They both got nods of approval. He was glad they were there, he was glad everyone was there. "Good afternoon. If you could please stop painting." With a flick of the wand there were towels moving towards each of them. "Use these to clean up your hands." No paint on your robes!
"Charms is something that truly can make our lives easier in so many ways, but to know how much easier it is you have to first remember how hard it was without magic. Some of you just started to learn back in September while others of you have been doing it for years so it is easy to forget what it was like to not have it." They were reminded every summer, but hew as making a point. "The first thing we do as children when it comes to art is finger paint, which you are doing here. The next step is usually picking up crayons or a paint brush to use. " He looked at all of them as he spoke. His eyes hitting his own horrid picture for a second before he vanished it away.
"I want you to take a moment, you can use the finger painting, crayons, or paint brush and actually make something. A stick figure, a fish, anything you would like. Go ahead and take five minutes."
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Devina Wellheart okay this class was about what now?! Learning how muggles did mundane things every mundane day in their pathetic little mundane lives?! NOPE! Not at all... " Professor?" Miranda called out as her hand shot into the air. " Everyone knows how to do it... What's the point?'
Yeah she wasn't exactly making a great impression but she didn't come to school to doodle on parchment all bloody day.
Niomi wasn't pleased with the mess on her hands. "When will this end," she wondered, hoping it was soon. Her prayers were answered! Professor Primeaux arrived. This did startle her when we first spoke, but she was relieved the finger painting could stop.
Once the Professor provided towels to wash her hands, she was thrilled! No more dirty hands. When he announced that we could continue to draw, Niomi was a little disappointed, but luckily she could use something other than her hands. First, what the heck is a crayon?! Being a pureblood, she never heard of a crayon. Must be a Muggle things.
Not being the best artist, she picked up a red crayon and started to draw stick figures. The room grew a little silent under she heard a girl speak up, asking what the point of this was. There was also the one student that asked the point of the class activity. Niomi stopped what she was doing and turned to look at the source of the voice. It was a young girl. She has never seen her before. She must be a first or second year. The girl was dressed as a Hufflepuff, so that could also be why Niomi didn't recognize her. Niomi was used to people asking a straight forward question. Coming from a young girl, who was a first or second year, was shocking. Usually the young'uns were the scard one and the older students asked these questions.
Niomi stopped what she was doing, looked at Professor Primeaux, waiting for his answer.