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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Books of Mystery' / Monday, Oct 17 / 4:00pm
Location: A corridor rather near the Caretaker's office. Coincidence?! I THINK NOT.
Open To: Taker's who Care, aka this Jesse bloke
Currently Involving: Ophelia BALLARD
Trouble seemed to find her. It was a tragic tale indeed, how trouble followed her. Especially when Ophelia'd decided that temporary charms to make the windows offensively decorated was just not cutting it. No, PERMANENCE was the sort of the trouble she was after. Or, er, that was after her, of course.
Which was why trouble had followed her right up to a portrait currently being painted a lovely shade of acid green. The little boy carrying a duck inside of it seemed a bit put off by the idea, but alas, art wasn't for everyone. Though Ophelia was still slightly perturbed that the thing would be offended when she was drawing such a LOVELY bludger. Had sweet little movement lines and everything.
She dipped her brush into a bucket of Pleasantly Permanent Paint before she heard the distinct sound of footsteps. Pausing for a moment, she soon grinned and held the brush up to the canvas once again.
Location: A corridor rather near the Caretaker's office. Coincidence?! I THINK NOT.
Open To: Taker's who Care, aka this Jesse bloke
Currently Involving: Ophelia BALLARD
Trouble seemed to find her. It was a tragic tale indeed, how trouble followed her. Especially when Ophelia'd decided that temporary charms to make the windows offensively decorated was just not cutting it. No, PERMANENCE was the sort of the trouble she was after. Or, er, that was after her, of course.
Which was why trouble had followed her right up to a portrait currently being painted a lovely shade of acid green. The little boy carrying a duck inside of it seemed a bit put off by the idea, but alas, art wasn't for everyone. Though Ophelia was still slightly perturbed that the thing would be offended when she was drawing such a LOVELY bludger. Had sweet little movement lines and everything.
She dipped her brush into a bucket of Pleasantly Permanent Paint before she heard the distinct sound of footsteps. Pausing for a moment, she soon grinned and held the brush up to the canvas once again.