~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. The Snakette was quite pleased with how her sketch turned out. It looked almost as good as the actual picture of Magenta. It occurred to her that many may not know whom she would be dressing up as, or indeed, she would be mistaken for someone other than Magenta. Why did those thoughts please her so much? It even brought a small smirk to her face as she admired her work.
Then she was back in the real world as the lesson moved on. Claudine didn’t need to look at her sketch again and her hand went into the air to await her turn. When it came, she provided, “I’d need a paintbrush.” Since she wasn’t a painter, and was still on the fence about that, she didn’t own any. One could be sourced from the Art Room, however... |