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Located not too far from the Muggle Studies classroom is where you can find a space dedicated to all things related to arts and crafts. In this classroom, students such as yourself will be exposed to famous historical and modern Muggle and Wizard artists and strengthen your artistic abilities. Here numerous styles and techniques will be observed, and an array of projects will be produced and put on display for all to see.
When you enter the art classroom, you quickly realize that it is not set up like others in the castle. There are no desks in the vibrantly coloured room covered with paintings and other gizmos and gadgets aplenty. In the centre is a large table that is meant to serve as a universal workstation. Scattered around the room are smaller, individualized tables, easels, and shelves containing a number of books and any supplies your creative mind may need. Tucked in the back is a dark room for developing photographs. Everything in this room is for you to use, so long as you clean up after yourself.
So, Edmund's fears he had the first night here of turning into a giant blueberry didn't seem likely to come true. This was because the food situation was nearly as impressive as it had first seemed, and because this place saw HUGE. Seriously, not only were there all the stairs he had to climb each and every day, but there were so many hallways, and rooms and places to explore. He figured he's never be able to see it all, but decided to explore as much as possible.
Today was one of those days where he was doing that very thing. Peeking his head into the door of a classroom, he let out a low “Wow.” before entering. He wasn't completely sure if he was allowed in here, but he was going to look it over anyways. He didn't consider himself to be super artsy, but it looked like this room had everything that even Michelangelo could want. He fiddled about with some of the objects, thinking it'd be cool to do something arty.
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So many things are possible
just as long as you don't know they're impossible
So, Edmund's fears he had the first night here of turning into a giant blueberry didn't seem likely to come true. This was because the food situation was nearly as impressive as it had first seemed, and because this place saw HUGE. Seriously, not only were there all the stairs he had to climb each and every day, but there were so many hallways, and rooms and places to explore. He figured he's never be able to see it all, but decided to explore as much as possible.
Today was one of those days where he was doing that very thing. Peeking his head into the door of a classroom, he let out a low “Wow.” before entering. He wasn't completely sure if he was allowed in here, but he was going to look it over anyways. He didn't consider himself to be super artsy, but it looked like this room had everything that even Michelangelo could want. He fiddled about with some of the objects, thinking it'd be cool to do something arty.
While doing her own thing inside the art classroom, her own thing which meant cleaning up the paint that spilled over on the floor when she tried her luck with being creative, someone came by the door. She was startled for a second. The face of the intruder emerged when she slightly raised her head towards the door. He was a first year who got sorted into Gryffindor.
Paint smudged on her right cheek, Olivia lifted her knees and went on to greet the new person. "Hi." she waved her hand with a paintbrush and a cloth she uses to clean up the spill. "I was trying to do this," she showed the boy her work of art from the great table at the center. A cat-to-be, with whiskers. "But I ended up spilling the art paint."
While doing her own thing inside the art classroom, her own thing which meant cleaning up the paint that spilled over on the floor when she tried her luck with being creative, someone came by the door. She was startled for a second. The face of the intruder emerged when she slightly raised her head towards the door. He was a first year who got sorted into Gryffindor.
Paint smudged on her right cheek, Olivia lifted her knees and went on to greet the new person. "Hi." she waved her hand with a paintbrush and a cloth she uses to clean up the spill. "I was trying to do this," she showed the boy her work of art from the great table at the center. A cat-to-be, with whiskers. "But I ended up spilling the art paint."
Holy Cow! Ed had been so intent on checking out the objects in the room, he hadn't even seen the girl who was already in the room. Though considering she was across the room on the floor, maybe that was understandable. “Hello,” he said, walking towards the girl, wincing as she waved with her paintbrush, which he saw send some paint splatters out from it. Good thing it didn't appear to be a super enthusiastic wave or it'd have gotten every were. Although it looked like she already had that covered with the spill that was already on the floor. “How'd you manage to do that?” He asked grabbing a spare rag off of the table and crouching down to help her clean it up. “I'll help.” He said smiling at her as he began dabbing the paint up.
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So many things are possible
just as long as you don't know they're impossible
Holy Cow! Ed had been so intent on checking out the objects in the room, he hadn't even seen the girl who was already in the room. Though considering she was across the room on the floor, maybe that was understandable. “Hello,” he said, walking towards the girl, wincing as she waved with her paintbrush, which he saw send some paint splatters out from it. Good thing it didn't appear to be a super enthusiastic wave or it'd have gotten every were. Although it looked like she already had that covered with the spill that was already on the floor. “How'd you manage to do that?” He asked grabbing a spare rag off of the table and crouching down to help her clean it up. “I'll help.” He said smiling at her as he began dabbing the paint up.
The boy returned Olivia's 'Hello' and went on to help her out with the small mess on the floor. She smiled at the boy when he asked her how did everything happened. "I accidentally hit this box." Olivia showed him the art container, now on the table but was at the floor before he came. "I just wanted to do some artsy stuffs. It wasn't really my intention to make a mess in here."
Olivia beamed at the boy. "Hi. My name's Oli. Olivia Hurst." She held out her free hand (smeared with art paint of course). "Thank you for helping me tidy things up."
The boy returned Olivia's 'Hello' and went on to help her out with the small mess on the floor. She smiled at the boy when he asked her how did everything happened. "I accidentally hit this box." Olivia showed him the art container, now on the table but was at the floor before he came. "I just wanted to do some artsy stuffs. It wasn't really my intention to make a mess in here."
Olivia beamed at the boy. "Hi. My name's Oli. Olivia Hurst." She held out her free hand (smeared with art paint of course). "Thank you for helping me tidy things up."
"Oh, I see," he said surveying the scene. "Guess you were really getting into it." Because how else could she have knocked that thing on the floor? Only too much energy could have done it. That, or maybe she was just seriously clumsy. "Do you do art stuff a lot?" he asked. "I was thinking of playing around with some of the stuff in here."
"I'm Edmund," he said, taking her paint smeared hand with his. "You're welcome," He said with a grin. "After all, the quicker we clean it, the quicker you can get back to your art." And he would be able to fiddle about with some of the interesting equipment too. "I just don't think we will be able to use these rags for anything else." He said looking at the paint soaked things.
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So many things are possible
just as long as you don't know they're impossible
"Oh, I see," he said surveying the scene. "Guess you were really getting into it." Because how else could she have knocked that thing on the floor? Only too much energy could have done it. That, or maybe she was just seriously clumsy. "Do you do art stuff a lot?" he asked. "I was thinking of playing around with some of the stuff in here."
"I'm Edmund," he said, taking her paint smeared hand with his. "You're welcome," He said with a grin. "After all, the quicker we clean it, the quicker you can get back to your art." And he would be able to fiddle about with some of the interesting equipment too. "I just don't think we will be able to use these rags for anything else." He said looking at the paint soaked things.
Truth was, Olivia was just getting started. "Not quite an artist..." she admitted to the Gryffindor. "But I like seeing colors...and rainbows and....and...unicorns." Those stuffs. Too girly. But she liked it. That's why she was always in here. Her go-to place whenever she needed some time to forget about homework and classes. "What do you want to do?" He mentioned something about playing around. "Are you here to channel your inner-creative-calling into creating the perfect artwork?" Creative!Olivia sadly, didn't reside in creating paintings or drawings but in a dance sports called gymnastics. Her creative calling involved gliding in the air twirling a long ribbon dancing like a fairy.
"Nice meeting you Edmund." The boy accepted her handshake when Olivia realized her hands were full of art paint. "Oh. I'm sorry Edmund." She tried to removed the paint transferred to the boy's hand but she only made it worse. "We have to throw these rags."
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It was getting chilly outside, what with it being fall and all, which was a big no thank you from Nettie. She was going to stay inside as long as possible now that it had started getting cold - except for classes, which for some reason these crazy professors still INSISTED on having outside sometimes even though the weather was headed towards winter. Ugh. She was going to be in for a longggg January and February, that was for sure.
So today, she decided to head to the art classroom to begin a new sketch. It was of her kitten, Rudy, who was quickly turning into a full grown cat and she was NOT ready for it. She'd already started it, so she plopped down at one of the desks and pulled out her sketch pad.
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Truth was, Olivia was just getting started. "Not quite an artist..." she admitted to the Gryffindor. "But I like seeing colors...and rainbows and....and...unicorns." Those stuffs. Too girly. But she liked it. That's why she was always in here. Her go-to place whenever she needed some time to forget about homework and classes. "What do you want to do?" He mentioned something about playing around. "Are you here to channel your inner-creative-calling into creating the perfect artwork?" Creative!Olivia sadly, didn't reside in creating paintings or drawings but in a dance sports called gymnastics. Her creative calling involved gliding in the air twirling a long ribbon dancing like a fairy.
"Nice meeting you Edmund." The boy accepted her handshake when Olivia realized her hands were full of art paint. "Oh. I'm sorry Edmund." She tried to removed the paint transferred to the boy's hand but she only made it worse. "We have to throw these rags."
Ed scrunched up his nose, thinking that those things sounded very girly. Definitely not anything he was interested in, but she was a girl, so that did make sense. “Those, aren't really my thing. I like more water and nature I guess.” Things that reminded him of home, not fake things like unicorns. “Oh, I don't know.” he said running his hand through his hair, accidentally streaking some paint through it. “I was going to see what sort of things were in here, but I could try my hand at painting I guess.” He probably wasn't very good at it, but it would be fun. “We could do a painting race or something.” Now that the idea hit him, it seemed really cool.
The Gryffindor boy shrugged, and was a little startled by her odd wiping of his hand.“It's alright, it's just paint.” Honestly, if the gross stains he'd gotten on his clothes from the weird plants and potions ingredients here, he was sure the paint would come off of his hand, and his clothes if he got it on them. “Maybe who ever cleans our clothes can clean these too?” Grabbing another rag off of the table, he used it to wipe up the last bit of paint. “There, how's that?”
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It was getting chilly outside, what with it being fall and all, which was a big no thank you from Nettie. She was going to stay inside as long as possible now that it had started getting cold - except for classes, which for some reason these crazy professors still INSISTED on having outside sometimes even though the weather was headed towards winter. Ugh. She was going to be in for a longggg January and February, that was for sure.
So today, she decided to head to the art classroom to begin a new sketch. It was of her kitten, Rudy, who was quickly turning into a full grown cat and she was NOT ready for it. She'd already started it, so she plopped down at one of the desks and pulled out her sketch pad.
Maddie had heard there was an art room at Hogwarts, but she'd never actually been there. Since it was getting colder outside, she decided to try and find this art room, since going outside right now was starting to be out of the question. She might as well find something fun to do inside. Besides, hadn't she promised herself she'd get out more this school year? So here she was! Getting out!
Of course the room was near the Muggle Studies classroom. It seemed like something a Muggle Studies professor would set up. Entering the room, Maddie took a quick look around before deciding she was definitely out of her element. She didn't even draw a good stick figure! But there was NETTIE, who was starting to be her super cool new Ravenclaw friend. The slightly younger girl looked like she knew what she was doing, so Maddie took the seat next to her.
"Ahem."
"Hey, Nettie!" she half-whispered. "You think you can show an amateur what to do in here?"
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