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[melody_renault]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Traitors in the Mist' / Sunday, March 5th, 2006 / 1:10 pm
Location: out on the grounds, near the Quidditch pitch
Open To: anyone who chances by, or Troy, perhance?
Currently Involving: Melody

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[frogleygoof]

As Troy practiced sprints on his broom inbetween the two sides of the pitch, timing himself, trying to go faster and faster with each time, he noticed a tiny speck far below him.

A tiny speck carrying a huge white wall, it seemed.

Now, he'd seen many odd things in his nearly seven years at the school, but this was quite different. In fact, it caused him to stop mid-sprint and peer down at the ground. Only to see the white wall splattered wih flashes of orange.

Okay, this was too bloody good to pass up. Troy grinned and darted down to earth again, hovering just ten feet above as he noticed what the odd sight was. Ah, Melody. Of course. "Ah, our Pollock of Hogwarts," he grinned and smirked, rather proud of his "knowledge" of muggle art. (Which was really just from seeing a blurb about some old muggle movie on the telly back home, but that was neither here nor there.) "What's the inspiration for today's masterpiece?"

[melody_renault]

A shadow passed overhead, and the "tiny speck", was by no means surprised when Troy Frogley landed near her, grinning. As always.

Why yes, it WAS a white wall. It was a bloody big sheet of nothing that needed to become a sheet of something, as well.

Melody looked up as Troy landed, shielding her eyes against the sun's glare with a hand. "The inspiration today, Mister Frogley, is absolutely nothing. That would be why I call this 'spontaneous canvas-tion'. You know, like 'spontanous combustion', but far less dangerous, luckily for me."

She bent over the canvas's orangeyness and unscrewed the top off a rich, deep blue paint. Blue for Ravenclaw, hee. It was also her favourite colour--mellow, tranquil... One might call the colour "melodious." ...Don't you just love bad jokes?

After she'd thrown a few streaks of navy across the canvas, she turned to Troy. "Care to select the next colour? It really doesn't matter which you choose," she explained, gesturing at her supplies. "I've already sorted through them for contrast."

[frogleygoof]

Troy crossed his arms over his chest, still hovering just above the canvas as he peered down at it. He made sure to tilt his head slightly for effect and make a silly face. Okay, so perhaps the silly face was already on there. "Spontaneous canvasation. I like the name. Very. . .new art movement. You may have something there. Like. . .that bloke who painted Marilyn Monroe over and over again. Or bananas. Separately, of course."

Troy slowly flew over to her side, landing softly and holding his broom over his shoulder. He peered over her shoulder a bit, tilting his head goofily yet again. He watched curiously as Melody flung some blue paint, stepping back and shaking his head. "Oh, but it does. I can't disrupt the artist's session," Troy grinned. "You know, it's all about emotion or summat. My artistic vibe is much different from your artistic vibe, and they'd collide, and. . .well. . .ruin the all-around artistic vibe

[melody_renault]

Melody grinned up at him, stoked over the idea of launching a new art form. "I know, right?" she said, sounding like an American, but oh well. She was. Some classmates looked down on her for not being an oh-so-refined Englishwoman, but where was the fun in that? If the queen took her shoes off to do a cartwheel in the grass, she'd likely be locked up as a madwoman. Melody preferred not to have to answer to that kind of...restriction