The vast void that was the communal workstation often overwhelmed the Ravenclaw who prefered to create in more confined spaces. In an ironic twist of fate that had been foreshadowed in a warmer breeze and couple of tumbling dust mites in the corridor, the expansive tabletop was actually perfect for her activities today as the empty canvas awaiting the touch of her brushes. But first it was time to take the kettle off the little stove in the corner of the room.

Returning to the table where Mitsuki had arranged in a neat row five porcelain cups that she had emptied the contents of five of her flower petal filled phials into. First came the cup containing all of the balloon flower petals and over them came the boiling water, just enough that each petal was submerged. Next to receive its hot bath was the cup of red poppies followed by the petals of vibrant orange from hawkweed. Next came the cup of cornflower and finally red campions. Humming softly to herself, the sixth year took the pestle from her potions kit and used it to smash and grind the petals in their hot bath, cleaning in between each to prevent contamination, and then set it all aside for a bit to steep for a couple minutes before proceeding. While she waited, her attention shifted to the Organic Artistry book she had procured over the summer and began to read.

SPOILER!!: Mitsuki! :3

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The vast void that was the communal workstation often overwhelmed the Ravenclaw who prefered to create in more confined spaces. In an ironic twist of fate that had been foreshadowed in a warmer breeze and couple of tumbling dust mites in the corridor, the expansive tabletop was actually perfect for her activities today as the empty canvas awaiting the touch of her brushes. But first it was time to take the kettle off the little stove in the corner of the room.

Returning to the table where Mitsuki had arranged in a neat row five porcelain cups that she had emptied the contents of five of her flower petal filled phials into. First came the cup containing all of the balloon flower petals and over them came the boiling water, just enough that each petal was submerged. Next to receive its hot bath was the cup of red poppies followed by the petals of vibrant orange from hawkweed. Next came the cup of cornflower and finally red campions. Humming softly to herself, the sixth year took the pestle from her potions kit and used it to smash and grind the petals in their hot bath, cleaning in between each to prevent contamination, and then set it all aside for a bit to steep for a couple minutes before proceeding. While she waited, her attention shifted to the Organic Artistry book she had procured over the summer and began to read.

Dhruv wasn’t terrible at art but they weren’t perfect at it either. That being said, it didn’t mean that that art classroom wasn’t a great place to find inspiration, or to ooh and aaah over the wonderful creations of the talented {any even less talented, like themself} students. With the intention of admiring work left to perfect on the drying rack, they soundlessly stepped into the room. A finger was absently toying with the shades hanging just above the topmost button of their shirt, a habit that was definitely going to fade, it seemed.

Their intention was pleasantly thwarted by the presence of one Mitsuki Rasting. Despite only briefly taking in the cups, Dhruv was immediately intrigued. “Hallo, Ms. Rasting!’’ they greeted pleasantly, figuring it was best to announce themself rather than sneak up on her. They just might find themself doused in the contents of said cups should the Ravenclaw be startled. But now that they were closer to the table, they were able to peer into the drinking objects. “May I ask what this is all about?” Flower petals… was Mitsuki creating colours from them for watercolour painting, perhaps?

The volume and enthusiasm with which the voice addressed her was a rarity indeed, akin to only the likes of Mercer or, on the even rarer occasion, Fynley. Slowly lifting her hazel-green eyes from the page, the Ravenclaw was somewhat perplexed by the presence of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and yet not perplexed at all. Her own uncle, also a professor for the subject, had his artistic passions as well and it was not as if art and creation was a limited field. It went against the very essence of the subject to think of it in such a way. Before addressing the professor, Mitsuki's eyes shifted to her bowls to examine their saturation and decided to leave things a bit longer and instead shifted her posture a bit and brushed some of her flyaways back against her head and gathered messy bun.

"Organic paints and dyes, professor." Though mostly paints in her case, though they could be used for dyes as well and - technically - the canvas would be dyed once a brush was swept across it.

SPOILER!!: Mitsuki! :3

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The volume and enthusiasm with which the voice addressed her was a rarity indeed, akin to only the likes of Mercer or, on the even rarer occasion, Fynley. Slowly lifting her hazel-green eyes from the page, the Ravenclaw was somewhat perplexed by the presence of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and yet not perplexed at all. Her own uncle, also a professor for the subject, had his artistic passions as well and it was not as if art and creation was a limited field. It went against the very essence of the subject to think of it in such a way. Before addressing the professor, Mitsuki's eyes shifted to her bowls to examine their saturation and decided to leave things a bit longer and instead shifted her posture a bit and brushed some of her flyaways back against her head and gathered messy bun.

"Organic paints and dyes, professor." Though mostly paints in her case, though they could be used for dyes as well and - technically - the canvas would be dyed once a brush was swept across it.

Yes, they suspected they must seem quite out of place here. Yet, Dhruv was pleased that they had tottered along when they had otherwise they would have missed the fascinating process which Mitsuki was in the midst of conducting. “I’ve heard about this,’’ they told her. “But I’ve never seen it done so naturally I have so many questions.” They gave the girl with the messy bun a look that they hoped asked: do you mind if I pick your brain?

Maybe Dhruv would simply begin with a question or two rather than bombard the Ravenclaw. “Are there particular petals that you can use, or is the process open to most plants? How long should the petal be er, steeped for?” Was steep the right word to use? Either way, they would be learning now.

She supposed that it was not a particularly common practice and one she had stumbled upon during some library time at Himitsumahou over the summer. Her rigorous schedule had not permitted her to indulge in her curiosity then but she found herself with an abundance of time on her hands with the return to Hogwarts - namely because she neglected other things that did not captivate her attention. "Perhaps you should ask them," she suggested sincerely, not at all under the presumption that that was precisely what her professor was intending to do with her.

Mitsuki gave each of the bowls a little swirl, judging the pigmentation of the water as it gently sloshed up against the sides of the cup and ultimately deciding to let them soak for a bit more. "Leaves, flowers, stems, berries, bark, and even roots may be utilize. I simply prefer the petals from flowers." Though will use some leaves when the color spoke to her. "Until it feels right." There was true rhyme or reason as to how long she steeped each color but she could confirm that the bowls she not feel right just yet. She went down the row of cups again and gave them each a little swirl. Her eyes widened ever so slightly, a positive progression, and reached for a box which she then opened and took a small pinch of the white powder to drop into each bowl, mixing as she went. "Bicarbonate of soda," she explained once she got to the last bowl and cleaned off her stirrer.

SPOILER!!: Mitsuki! :3

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She supposed that it was not a particularly common practice and one she had stumbled upon during some library time at Himitsumahou over the summer. Her rigorous schedule had not permitted her to indulge in her curiosity then but she found herself with an abundance of time on her hands with the return to Hogwarts - namely because she neglected other things that did not captivate her attention. "Perhaps you should ask them," she suggested sincerely, not at all under the presumption that that was precisely what her professor was intending to do with her.

Mitsuki gave each of the bowls a little swirl, judging the pigmentation of the water as it gently sloshed up against the sides of the cup and ultimately deciding to let them soak for a bit more. "Leaves, flowers, stems, berries, bark, and even roots may be utilize. I simply prefer the petals from flowers." Though will use some leaves when the color spoke to her. "Until it feels right." There was true rhyme or reason as to how long she steeped each color but she could confirm that the bowls she not feel right just yet. She went down the row of cups again and gave them each a little swirl. Her eyes widened ever so slightly, a positive progression, and reached for a box which she then opened and took a small pinch of the white powder to drop into each bowl, mixing as she went. "Bicarbonate of soda," she explained once she got to the last bowl and cleaned off her stirrer.

Moments like these where the students became the teacher were some that Dhruv enjoyed the most. Being educated on topics that they weren’t versed in never harmed. This constant quest for knowledge was something that had them often questioning why they were never considered for Ravenclaw House. They always arrived at the same conclusion: the Slytherin in them clearly overrode any Ravenclaw.

Dhruv listened keenly to every word from Mitsuki, just as they would hope each of their students listened during their lessons and activities. “Quite a bit of options there,’’ they commented appreciatively. They particularly liked the sound of using petals, leaves and berries. Rather than being confused with the ‘until it feels right’ comment, Dhruv understood completely. “Sort of like the way some persons have mastered the art of averaging how much seasoning to put in their dishes when cooking, rather than meticulously measuring it out.” That came from experience, which led them to another question. “Have you done this many times before?” They continued to look on with interest as another ingredient was added. Ah yes, baking soda. “That gives the paint a better texture?”

As the end of the term was approaching, amongst the disorganized messes there was still some time for reactional fun. Especially with the final club meeting of the year. Earlier in the day, Feirgrund opened the room to lay out a tarp over the flooring. Over the tarp was a number of buckets and brushes. Feirgrund himself could be seen dressed in overalls through the open door moving items out of the way for students to have an easy entry in.

Ary had made sure to bring back from home which he did not mind losing. Aside from spending time in the Greenhouses, he had quickly learnt that some activities required these. Today he had donned a pair of faded jeans, old footwear and an old navy blue tee shirt. There was no plaid button-up shirt over the tee as he hadn’t any which he was desirous of parting with.

The Slytherin stepped into the Art Classroom, pausing for a bit to examine the set up. Needless to say it all made Ary super interested even if he wasn’t that talented in art. Oh, there was the professor. The man got the finger wiggle-wave before Ary wandered off out of the way of the room’s entrance.

These Professors were really speaking her language by planning these events that centered around mess making, one of her favorite extracurricular activities. It helped too it was all artsy, which she enjoyed being. She hadn't created anything as good as the drawing she'd made for Atlas when he'd graduated (but that HAD been an entire term project) but most of her doodles were recognizable. Sometimes.

Though she found there was something, or someone, specific she'd started doodling more often than not when she was supposed to be studying. Oops.

But based on the state of the room, she was also hoping today was going to be a bit abstract. Maybe they'd be cleaning the art room by just... painting over all the dust? She was pretty certain that didn't work but who was she to say? Professor Feirgrund probably knew better. Heading into the room, a pair of leggings under an over sized jumper (Papa's or Vasco's or maybe one she'd just swiped from the Commons, who knew), she found a spot next to Aryan and surveyed the room. "Need help moving anything around, sir?"

Desiree didn’t like getting messy for the most part, but she made an exception when it came to art. Art wasn’t just mindless messiness; there was a purpose to it. Art was all about creating something beautiful, and sometimes the creator’s looks suffered for the sake of the creation.

She arrived dressed in an oversized black hoodie, one she “borrowed” from her brother. It had already got paint splattered all over it from a flying activity several terms ago, so there was no harm in it getting even more paint on it. She sort of took the paint-splatter aesthetic and ran with it! Her leggings and sneakers also had a paint-splatter print, and her dark hair was held into a high ponytail with a splatter-print scrunchie.

As Desiree entered the art classroom, she immediately noticed PRofessor Feirgrund moving things around. “Hello, Professor!” she greeted with a smile and a friendly wave. More smiles and waves followed for the other students. “Hi, Ary! Hi, Vera!” Standing with the others, she looked around the room with a slightly intrigued expression. Interesting setup… were they going to be painting the walls?

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Ary had made sure to bring back from home which he did not mind losing. Aside from spending time in the Greenhouses, he had quickly learnt that some activities required these. Today he had donned a pair of faded jeans, old footwear and an old navy blue tee shirt. There was no plaid button-up shirt over the tee as he hadn’t any which he was desirous of parting with.

The Slytherin stepped into the Art Classroom, pausing for a bit to examine the set up. Needless to say it all made Ary super interested even if he wasn’t that talented in art. Oh, there was the professor. The man got the finger wiggle-wave before Ary wandered off out of the way of the room’s entrance.

It didn't take long for students to arrive, Feirgrund returned the young lad's wave with his own, "Welcome in, Mr. Atreyu-Rehman,"

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These Professors were really speaking her language by planning these events that centered around mess making, one of her favorite extracurricular activities. It helped too it was all artsy, which she enjoyed being. She hadn't created anything as good as the drawing she'd made for Atlas when he'd graduated (but that HAD been an entire term project) but most of her doodles were recognizable. Sometimes.

Though she found there was something, or someone, specific she'd started doodling more often than not when she was supposed to be studying. Oops.

But based on the state of the room, she was also hoping today was going to be a bit abstract. Maybe they'd be cleaning the art room by just... painting over all the dust? She was pretty certain that didn't work but who was she to say? Professor Feirgrund probably knew better. Heading into the room, a pair of leggings under an over sized jumper (Papa's or Vasco's or maybe one she'd just swiped from the Commons, who knew), she found a spot next to Aryan and surveyed the room. "Need help moving anything around, sir?"

"Hello Miss Thanatos, " She was very helpful with cleaning the common room, "Thank you for offering but I got this," No need for students to perform manual labor this early.

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Desiree didn’t like getting messy for the most part, but she made an exception when it came to art. Art wasn’t just mindless messiness; there was a purpose to it. Art was all about creating something beautiful, and sometimes the creator’s looks suffered for the sake of the creation.

She arrived dressed in an oversized black hoodie, one she “borrowed” from her brother. It had already got paint splattered all over it from a flying activity several terms ago, so there was no harm in it getting even more paint on it. She sort of took the paint-splatter aesthetic and ran with it! Her leggings and sneakers also had a paint-splatter print, and her dark hair was held into a high ponytail with a splatter-print scrunchie.

As Desiree entered the art classroom, she immediately noticed PRofessor Feirgrund moving things around. “Hello, Professor!” she greeted with a smile and a friendly wave. More smiles and waves followed for the other students. “Hi, Ary! Hi, Vera!” Standing with the others, she looked around the room with a slightly intrigued expression. Interesting setup… were they going to be painting the walls?

"Hello, Miss Marchand," Feirgrund greeted back. It was nice to see the enthusiasm. Hopefully the energy would remain.

After awaiting on a number of more students to arrive it seemed as good of a time as any to begin as all the ub. Which is when Feirgrund began to address the crowd, "Welcome everyone," He started. "Since we had quite a year, with exams on the way and a break from all the cleaning. We'll be giving this classroom a new look with painting the walls." Indicating the paint buckets which were now open along with the rows or brushes and paint rolls. "But we won't be painting the walls just one color. I'd like you to first think about an image or mark you'd like to remain on Hogwarts here."


OOC: Thank you for waiting, everyone! First think up what you'd like your student to draw and paint as a mark for Hogwarts. Then the next post in at least 24 hours we'll get to painting!

Vera returned the smile at Desiree, giving the older girl a wave as she also shot Professor Feirgrund a thumbs up at the decline for assistance. Painting the walls certainly sounded like a fun activity, and who didn't like a fresh look? But also the 'leaving a mark' thing sounded so... Intimidating. What would she want to remain at Hogwarts?

Crossing her arms over her chest, Ve thought about it - picturing all the memories that had been important to her so far. Expeditions with Atlas were some of her top tier memories which made her think maybe something mechanical in nature. But also there were countless moments that she thought she could draw on when the time came for a patronus charm stemming from playing pirate at the boathouse with Sia, surprise gobstone attacks with Vasco, swimming in slugs with Maria, and Veela hunting with Logan.

Which... She supposed actually gave her an idea of sorts, though how well she could execute it would be.... Interesting. Raising her hand for a clarifying question, she ventured, "Sir, can it be anything we put in the walls?" You know, as long as not inappropriate or derogatory or xyz from the spiels she'd heard numerous times over the years with anything fun.

It wasn’t long before that he was joined by others. Vera got a poke in the arm {because it was complete fun doing this to her} and Desiree got a wide smile and a wiggle-wave of the fingers. Feirgrund, once again, got his attention since the man was getting things started. It certainly seemed that there was a wild and fun activity in store. But um… what image would he like to leave behind?

Naturally, Ary’s mind wandered to creatures which were his favourite things ever. “Mooncalves, dragons and hippogriffs,’’ he said happily when called upon. “Or if not all three then just Mooncalves.” The long necked creatures were his absolute favourite! Only now, he sorta wanted to venture out to the barn to visit Artax. It didn’t matter that Ary had been bonding with his buddy earlier that day.

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Vera returned the smile at Desiree, giving the older girl a wave as she also shot Professor Feirgrund a thumbs up at the decline for assistance. Painting the walls certainly sounded like a fun activity, and who didn't like a fresh look? But also the 'leaving a mark' thing sounded so... Intimidating. What would she want to remain at Hogwarts?

Crossing her arms over her chest, Ve thought about it - picturing all the memories that had been important to her so far. Expeditions with Atlas were some of her top tier memories which made her think maybe something mechanical in nature. But also there were countless moments that she thought she could draw on when the time came for a patronus charm stemming from playing pirate at the boathouse with Sia, surprise gobstone attacks with Vasco, swimming in slugs with Maria, and Veela hunting with Logan.

Which... She supposed actually gave her an idea of sorts, though how well she could execute it would be.... Interesting. Raising her hand for a clarifying question, she ventured, "Sir, can it be anything we put in the walls?" You know, as long as not inappropriate or derogatory or xyz from the spiels she'd heard numerous times over the years with anything fun.

Anything on the walls? "Good question," Feirgrund considered. Knowing how many students want to test their limits, it was a fine reminder of that. "I would say that keeping in mind that future students would potentially see this, an explanation would be needed for any unrecognizable symbols and markings." Which would be fair to say, "Within reason, almost anything can be done,"

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It wasn’t long before that he was joined by others. Vera got a poke in the arm {because it was complete fun doing this to her} and Desiree got a wide smile and a wiggle-wave of the fingers. Feirgrund, once again, got his attention since the man was getting things started. It certainly seemed that there was a wild and fun activity in store. But um… what image would he like to leave behind?

Naturally, Ary’s mind wandered to creatures which were his favourite things ever. “Mooncalves, dragons and hippogriffs,’’ he said happily when called upon. “Or if not all three then just Mooncalves.” The long necked creatures were his absolute favourite! Only now, he sorta wanted to venture out to the barn to visit Artax. It didn’t matter that Ary had been bonding with his buddy earlier that day.

"Having magical creatures would be a fine thing to see," There was an affinity to looking at one as a mascot.

Other questions and responses seemed in line with their current task. So Feirgrund continued on, "Whilst you may come up to get your brushes and some paint. Do also take a pencil and easier from this box here to get some practice in drawing out the design." Waiting until students began to come up and collect their supplies. "When your design seems satisfactory, you can let me know so I can give the approval and I'll supply some tape to help with painting the design within the lines."


OOC: Thank you for waiting, everyone! You can first draw out the design, then request some tape from Feirgrund before diving into painting. Any questions feel free to poke and I'll reply as soon as possible.

So Ary can have multiple creatures? Lovely. He could not wait to get started; it was why he actually started bouncing a bit on his feet. He decided that he would get started with a Mooncalf, but not just any Mooncalf. He would attempt to draw Artax, his precious baby. Following instructions, Ary went to grab some different sized brushes, a grey-ish colour paint {just this colour for now, yes} and a pencil.

Having decided to take the piece of wall right he had been standing, the Slytherin got to work. There was a lot of erasing during the entire process as he wanted to do Artax justice. After all, the little fella was quite a cutie. The boy was rather enjoying himself and he even threw in a bit of humming while he worked.

Sometime later, penciled!Artax emerged to his satisfaction. Ary stood back to admire his decent-ish work while he stuck his left hand up and wiggled his fingers in an attempt to capture Feirgrund’s attention. He was all set for that tape, professor!

Feirgrund went around to see how the students were fairing. The design choices featured so far were brilliant in their own right. One student looked ready among some others, "That looks great, Master Atreyu-Rehman," Giving an encouraging smile while he gave a spare tape roll for him. "Be sure to not use it all at once," A little went a ways with this one. He stayed a moment incase any other questions came up before he would move on to the next.

Ary beamed at the compliment. Yes, he had tried his best, even if Artax’s face was somewhat lopsided now that he took another look at his work. Oh well. Your comment was much appreciated, professor, as was this tape. He grabbed a pair of scissors from a supply station because he hadn’t yet mastered the Severing Charm.

And so the Slytherin got to work.

It was a task that he sort of found laborious but he kept reminding himself that it’d all be worth it when he got to the painting aspect. The tape was applied around penciled!Artax. Ary spent a fair amount of time on this as he wanted to ensure that when the painting time came, there would be one perfect Mooncalf smiling at the occupants of the room.

Or as perfect as said Mooncalf could be.

Desiree acknowledged Vera’s smile and Ary’s finger wiggle by nodding to each in turn, but there wasn’t time for more chitchat. She listened intently as Professor Feirgrund explained the activity, and her face brightened. So she was right; they were going to paint the wall! Fun!

Now there was the question of what to paint. The idea of leaving her mark on the school seemed a little intimidating. What could her mark be? She didn’t feel as if she’d done anything particularly special! That got her thinking about her parents’ mark on the school. Both of them had been professors here, and they met through their work. So in a way, if it hadn’t been for the mark they made on Hogwarts, she wouldn’t have existed!

Those thoughts ran through her mind as she stared at the wall, and a designed materialized in her mind, She envisioned a royal family: a king with a wand to represent her father, a queen with a history book to represent her mother, and a princess with a healing potion to represent herself and her chosen career path. All in the style of the stained glass from Beauty and the Beast!

With her concept in mind, Desiree retrieved her materials and started sketching her design on the wall. When she was finished, she raised her hand to get the professor’s attention. “May I have some tape, please?”

Feirgrund continued to see how the students were fairing. Another student looked ready amongst some others, "Interesting choice of style, Miss Marchand," Looked like a family of sort, "Is this a specific family you have in mind? They look wonderful here," Feirgrund was quite interested in the meaning behind this one. "Here's your tape," He stayed a moment after giving her a roll to use, incase any other questions came up before he would move on to the next part.

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After making sure everyone's art was in line with approval and such. Feirgrund took part on his own art. He drew out a tree with his immediate family member's names listed on each branch. Though he kept the size small to not overshadow other's art work. "Once you have your tape lined up, you can get your brush ready to paint." As he dipped in a brush in green paint. "While there's plenty of paint to use be careful not to overdo it on the pressure to prevent dripping." But since the floor was covered, dripping was the least of their worries. And if there were any worries, his attention was there. "When you've completed your art, you're free to go, stick around to add another mark, and even help others."


OOC: Thank you for your patience. Since we're near the end of term, you're free to enjoy the rest of your time with painting. Feirgrund is here for any other questions until then.

After some extra thought, Ary decided that he wanted to paint Artax’s face first. In his mind, he figured it would be easier to get the eyes and other facial features out of the way then work around those after with the grey paint. It was for this reason that he selected blue, green and black paints. These, of course, would be for the eyes. Mooncalves had pink skin but all of that is usually covered by grey hair.

Using a small paint brush, Ary set to work. The pupil of the eyes were painted black; he took his time in doing so by making sure that not even the tiniest trace of paint went over to the iris. For that part, both blue and green were used. First, a light shade of blue was coated and after that was dried an equally light shade of green was applied. One would be able to decipher the colours quite easily since he hadn’t blended the paints together then applied the mixture together.

Needless to say that Aryan was happy with his work.