20 Jan 2022, 23:42
Twelfth Night
Returning to Hogwarts from the holiday was a welcome event for Grace. It wasn’t that she disliked her family – quite the opposite, actually, she loved being home with them – it was that she had been getting so bored. Now that she and all the other students had returned, she could practically feel the boredom being pulled out of her.Dialogue: #20528c || Outfit: X || Hearts banner code by Winnie Harper
As she passed the Astronomy classroom, something caught her eye. Chalked on the door was 20 + C + M + B + 22 and a poster celebrating Epiphany! Grace didn’t think she’d get to celebrate Epiphany at school, so she was excited to see that she might get to! It was always a tradition on her father’s side of the family.
Grace opened the door to see, to her delight, statues of the three Magi displayed along with some… craft stuff? Oh boy. Making things creatively was not her strong suit. After getting briefed by Professor Read on what they were to be doing, she took another glance around the room, trying to get a feel for what everyone else was doing. Not because she wanted to copy, but because she wanted inspiration. Or something.
A Slytherin student sat with three ornately decorated boxes in front of him; one looked like the night sky, one looked like it was made of purely paper, and the final was carved with beautiful symbols. He sniffled as he worked. Grace didn’t know him, but she was certainly intrigued by him and his boxes.
In a different spot in the room, a student with Hufflepuff robes and the most gorgeous hair Grace had ever seen had a box in her hands that somehow looked like a crystal she’d heard of before, mal-kite or mel-cat. Something like that. Incredible, but totally unrealistic for Grace to even attempt.
Another student had three complete, as well. Grace recognized this one as a fellow first-year Ravenclaw. Victoria. Grace had seen her around being generally interesting. The boxes in front of Victoria were exquisite, one covered in painted flowers, another representing a movie Grace thought she might recognize, and one reminiscent of a crown. Very cool. Again, very unattainable.
Darn.
Grace sighed. She probably wasn’t going to get any realistic inspiration, so she decided to just suck it up and try something.
She gathered in her arms a solid-looking box, some random patterned paper, scissors and some glue and headed to an empty spot. She plopped everything down in front of her and stared at the pile, hoping it would come to life and magically make itself. It did not.
So she grabbed the scissors and started cutting, making squares and rectangles in random sizes. Was it going to look nice? Absolutely not. But was she actually kind of having fun? Absolutely. Even though she was sitting by herself and clearly not an artistic person, she was having a blast creating. And hey, her box would be unique, right?
Once she was content with all the squares she had made, Grace started gluing. Randomly gluing and placing her squares one by one until the box was covered in this weird, scrapbook/patchwork/ransom note nonsense. And boy did she love every bit of it. It was her creation, her baby. Grabbing some treats as she waited for the glue to dry, Grace took another glance around the room. Yup, definitely unique. She smiled to herself and walked back to her box.
The glue was dry, so she picked it up and walked over to one of the statues. Balthazar if she remembered right. He gave… myrrh. Yes. Perfect. Her box was perfectly representative of the gift he gave. Grace remembered that myrrh was made from a bunch of different, small tree species, and her gift box looked like an amalgamation of random patterns and color. She certainly hadn’t meant to pull that off, but it worked. She was proud.
After leaving the box at Balthazar’s feet, she walked back to the Professor. “Thank you for doing this, sir,” she said. “I was afraid I’d miss Epiphany this year, so getting to celebrate it in one of my favorite places is incredible.”
Grace made a point to visit each student left in the room and complement their work before leaving.
“Your boxes look beautiful!”
“How festive!”
“You should be proud!”
“You’re quite the artist.”
“Your work is incredible!”
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21 Jan 2022, 08:23
Twelfth Night
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Henry Knight.
From the moment Lucia realised he was in the room, a second or two after Samantha's words about family, she found her eyes following him, hands absent-mindedly ripping up and gluing more paper in a slightly haphazard motion.
Henry Knight.
He and Alexa had had so much time, so much to do, so many memories to make, until suddenly... they didn't. Until now, seeing him, Lucia hadn't really realised that Henry, most likely, was the one person out there who was hurting as much as Lucia was right now because of the loss of Alexa. Best friend. Boyfriend. They had both loved Alexa fiercely; in different ways, but love all the same. There was more than one way to love a person.
Suddenly, the Slytherin boy rose to his feet, his cat on his shoulder. Lucia didn't even think about how animals weren't allowed in the Astronomy tower, she was so distracted by the fact that he was there, right there, someone who probably understood. She found herself wishing fiercely that Henry would come over, just come over and talk, and then... then he did. Six words. It was only six words, but they were all, really, that needed to be said. Lucia gulped, finding that one more blink would probably cause tears to spill down her cheeks. Unsure for words, she just nodded, and then found her voice, hoarse and quiet as it had been when she'd spoken to Cash. "Th- thank you." It was a simple exchange, but it carried the weight of a million words unspoken as Henry left the room, followed by a blonde girl [AngelFyre].
Lucia's box was done, so it seemed. Every side was covered with ripped scraps of wrapping paper. She could make another box, she guessed, but... she didn't really feel like it. Instead, she got up, and swung her bag back onto her shoulder. Carefully, she picked up her box and held it gingerly with two hands, looking over at Cash. She had to say something. Had to tell them. Whether or not Cash or Samantha were talking, Lucia would cough a little. "You should know-" Just come out and say it, Lucia. "A- Alexa, Alexa Mackenzie, she-" Now, Lucia, right now. "She died in a car crash going home for the Christmas holidays. I don't know if you knew her." Her words were garbled, quick, with the sense of ripping off a plaster as fast as you can to get the pain over and done with. Without waiting for a reaction, Lucia turned on her heel and practically ran out of the door.
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22 Jan 2022, 14:39
Twelfth Night
Avery dashed up the Astronomy tower stairs. It was a challenge by now, to see if he could run up the entire length of the tower at full speed without stopping to catch a breath, stumbling on a step, or knocking into the wall or student. Luckily, since he was heading up to the classroom for the first time for an event and not for class, the staircase seemed a lot emptier of student bodies as obstacles. Up he dashed, round and round the tower of steps.
"Careful!" he yelled, as a student gingerly holding a cardboard box was on the way down. Avery pivoted at the last second, and, instead of crashing into the unfortunate girl, he rammed his shoulder against the wall of the tower. "Goshdarnnit!" he swore. He was almost at the top but this mishap just had to happen, ruining his perfect record so far-- he was almost at the top! "Oh, not mad at you, sorry! You're perfect! Nice box!" he quickly added as the girl gave him a frown, and then he was gone.
He glanced at the writing on the door, and shrugged before heading inside. The classroom was filled with crafting materials, nothing like he had seen before. Smiling to himself and eager to join in the festivities, whatever they were for, he waved to Professor Read before finding a spot to settle down. "Seems like we're making boxes, right? Gift boxes? Storage boxes? Or are we actually making animals out of boxes?" he asked no one in particular, but if there was a student who heard him and responded nearby, he would inevitably try to start a conversation with the poor kid. There did seem to be animal-themed and shaped creations.
Avery tapped a finger to his chin, brows furrowed in concentration. Well, if he were to make a box, what would it be for? An idea eventually came to him. The small cardboard box in which he kept the rosin for his bow was always coming apart, edges breaking as he opened and closed it every day. Hence, the rosin was always leaving dust in his violin case. Perhaps he needed something a bit sturdier. He glanced around and saw a small wooden box with a hinge that opened at the top, and decided it was the perfect, small size. That would be the one he would decorate!
Taking the Linden box, he gathered some painting materials: brushes, paint, palette, water, and a pencil. First, he decided to outline what he wanted to draw with the pencil. Since this box was going inside his violin case, why not make it violin-themed? He began carefully sketching the outline of a violin on the lid of the box, messing up a few times, but no worries -- he kept an eraser handy. Once he was satisfied that the violin looked three-dimensional enough, he began sketching the bow. Afterwards, he decided to sketch the background, adding some music sheets and music notes. Soon enough, he sat back to admire his outline. Perfect! Time to mix the paint.
The squeezed some paint onto the palette, filled with blues, browns, black, and other mixing colors. Very carefully, he began to paint until the violin took shape, and then the music sheets and notes. Wherever he could, he tried to do some amateur shading, which didn't look the greatest, but hey, it looked like something other than a mish-mash of formless color. Avant-garde, he'll call it!
As he let the paint dry, he glanced around at how the other students were doing, noting that there was a young boy with paper cranes and origami nearby. It looked pretty sweet.
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26 Jan 2022, 21:40
Twelfth Night
@Nigel Read
It was the first day back at Hogwarts. The first real one at least, Opeila had generally decided not to count any of the days that included an hours long train ride. Not that she minded those rides, although they became tiring in the end, she could appreciate some time to herself and Loras- and the occasional friend, or more often stranger to join her.
As long as they didn't mind a not very talkative person to share the compartment with, everything was fine.
The winter break had been a hot mess, that was certain. Opeila had returned to Finland, believing to perhaps spend an odd but somewhat enjoyable time, instead her life had been once again smashed and the pieces rearranged.
For over a year she had fought so hard to find a place for herself in the shadow, to bury her secrets, only to find out in only few minutes that they were all untrue.
So now, that she had finally seemed to have found her place in that secretive life she had been asked to live, Opeila was told to step out into the sun again, wearing her mother's name like some fancy piece of jewellery. To her great displeasure, that actually did seem to get things moving, all, how Lady Virtanen would say, "in her favour". Opeila was to be married off to a rich stranger, like some 18th century girl. Ridiculous.
The argument with the Virtanens over that decision had been ugly. Opeila had threatened and bargained until they had guilttripped her into accepting it.
With all that stress, she had first been unwilling to even only think about attending an errand, but when she had finally foukd some calm by herself in her dormitory, she changed her mind. Opeila had not participated in errands for a while, time to get back into business aside from class.
She was not the first person to arrive in the Astronomy Classroom, clearly. Seated at a large table were children of various age, cutting shapes out of cardboard, drawing or putting glitter onto boxes. Opeila couldn't remember the last creative errand she had participated in. Was it the flag one she had done with Aaron Jones? Oof, speaking of him, she hadn't seen that one around for quite a while...
Undecided, she looked around for a bit, thinking about what she should do and where to sit. There were rather many unfamiliar faces... In the end, the young Slytherin just decided to sit between two strangers, what did it matter anyway? Opeila pulled a box over to her and examined the crafting materials they were given. How about... cutting out a few stars and gluing them on?
Hesitantly, Opeila reached out for scissors and different coloured sheets of paper. Carefully she began to cut out stars in various sizes and placed them on the box. It seemed that the glue was constantly being used, so... well, what did she learn a gluing spell for, right? It would be easier to rearrange them, in the case that she changed her mind.
It didn't take long for Opeila to lose motivation. She had never been a talented drawer or crafter and trying tended to get her bored and frustrated. So soon she set down her box and had a look at the snacks and drinks instead. While helping herself to a glass of milk and cake, her gaze fell on the chalk writing on the door she had only briefly looked at when entering. She had seen that kind of thing before, next to the doors of some of the houses in the part of Cambridge she grew up in.
"Professor Read?", Opeila asked, looking into the teacher's direction, "I'm probably asking a stupid question there, but... what do those mean?"
28 Jan 2022, 05:34
Twelfth Night
It was simple; someone said "arts and crafts" and Della would appear. Today, the crafts were in the astronomy tower. Professor Read had decorated for the Epiphany, laid the tools needed to create gift boxes, and even provided snacks.@Nigel Read | open to interactions
The first thing Della noticed was the new symbols etched onto the outside of the classroom door. She didn't come from an overly religious family. They did Christmas presents and maybe an Easter ham, but that was about it. She had never celebrated the Epiphany. It was unusual for her to see any symbology associated with Christianity; because of her limited experience, she connected the religion to images of Santa Claus and quaint countryside churches.
The astronomy professor gave a rundown of the activity's objective: to make a gift box. He also presented a tart and a piece of cake, as well as a full glass of milk. "Professor Read, what do the symbols on the door mean? Oh and thank you for setting all of this up." As Della awaited the answer—Professor Read was managing the whole classroom of students after all—she got settled at a table and surveyed the tools. (Della had not even realized she had asked the same question as the girl who had entered directly before her—she was fairly distracted by the art supplies strewn around the usually more scientific room.)
What kind of gift box did she want to make? She began snacking on the tart, gulping down the milk as she was lost in thought.
Then it came to her. Over the winter break, she had been telling her cousin all about the magical creatures she had seen so far at school. Her muggle cousin seemed to feel left out, and Della decided to make her a creature box. She found the correct color of construction paper, a salmon pink, and began forming the body. She stuffed the oblong head with the cotton, to give it some squish. Then she cut eight strips out of the same colored paper. She found a purple-ish-hued piece of paper and began cutting out tiny circles. She glued those to the strips and added detailing and shadows to the tiny circles. She attached the strips to the body.
She decided to wrap the box itself in black construction paper. This next part was probably the most important to make the box look how she envisioned it in her mind. She found a white pastel and began marking out an orb on the black paper. It was the moon, but she needed it to fade at the edges because it was a reflection of the moon in the dark lake rather than it hanging in the sky. She added water ripples that glinted in the moonlight to finish the effect.
Della was lost in the box creation at this point. She attached the pink mass to the top of the box—no, that was too simple. She snipped her whole creation in several pieces, attaching them to different parts of the box, adding more water ripples for dramatic effect.
Yes, that was the look she was going for! She had created the giant squid, but it looked like he was immersed in the waters of the dark lake, different tentacles plunging from the depths at different angles of the box. Marnie would love the box.
Della looked around; she was unsure if wands were allowed at this kind of event. They usually had to put them away for the normal astronomy class. She figured it would be fine for a simple charm. She pointed at the box and whispered, "Tarantellagra!" The squid's tentacles began to wiggle. She wasn't sure how long the charm would last, but she hoped the box would make it back to her cousin before it stopped moving.
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28 Jan 2022, 11:21
Twelfth Night
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Astronomy Tower - 6th January 2022
There had been word of a small event taking place in the Astronomy Tower. While Aurelius wasn't usually one for random gatherings - he much preferred to maintain a more scheduled and optimized approach to his studies - there were times when he wanted to have a break, of sorts. And since the information seemed to indicate a fairly relaxed, simple task, it made for an opportunity to allay and possibly interact with some other students, outside of Slytherin.
So far, since the start of his attendance at Hogwarts, Aurelius had found it a little difficult to approach beyond his own House. Not for lack of trying, mind, but simply because his studies kept him so busy and focused, that finding the spare time to engage with others - especially those who weren't fellow snakes - had been difficult. But he hoped to change that, because school was all about connections, and it was important to know a range of people.
While lost in his own thoughts, Aurelius realized he had arrived at the location. He saw the door ahead, heard chatter from the other side of it, and thought it sounded pleasant enough. Before he walked through the doorway, however, Aurelius paused as he saw some chalked markings on the wood...
Christus mansionem benedicat, Aurelius thought to himself, as he saw the symbols 20 ✝ C ✝ M ✝ B ✝ 22 on the door. He was aware of the Latin, hidden within the abbreviation, a language the Slytherin was familiar with. May Christ bless this home.
Absently, Aurelius wondered how many of the religious citizenry knew that the Epiphanytide tradition could also relate to the Magi, Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar. After all, the abbreviations were the same, and there was a connotation toward both uses of the chalked marking. Ultimately, though, it seemed to Aurelius that it was more about the meaning behind it for the individual... he supposed.
The Slytherin pushed the door open. Once through the threshold, the youth took a moment to look around the space. It was crowded with students, and the Astronomy Professor, amid a literal cacophony of conversation, merriment and scrapbooking. In truth, it was a little overwhelming, at least to begin with, but Aurelius closed the door in his wake and started to circle the room. He did his best to avoid disrupting those working diligently, some with intense amounts of concentration to the tasks, and instead moved over to look at the desk at the front of class to spy the three Magi figures.
"Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar." Aurelius muttered to himself, as he looked the things over. The moving poster caught his eye, to which he smirked. "Happy Epiphany, indeed."
With a clear of the throat, Aurelius turned and nodded to the Professor. The man seemed busy, so it wouldn't do to interrupt needlessly. Instead, the Slytherin walked to the central arrangement of paper, cardboard, paints, ribbons and all sorts of handicraft on tables. After looking over the items, Aurelius picked a small number of blank cards, with some appropriately festive stickers and other paraphernalia, as well as some tools for the task.
This will do to start, Aurelius thought to himself, as he carried the arm full to a somewhat vacant spot in the classroom, and began to arrange the items to work on. I might try my hand at the origami... I've always been curious about that. But first--
Aurelius laid out the cards, as he took one of the chairs and sat at his work station. He began to apply the stickers, aligned them in a way that seemed visually appealing - at least to him - and then reached for some ribbon. He began to measure and scissor-snip appropriately, then placed the lengths in similarly pleasant arrangement on the cards. Before long, Aurelius had managed to craft half a dozen cards, before he realized he didn't have a quill...
"Do you mind if I borrow that quill, quickly?" Aurelius asked with his Irish accent obvious, as he turned to a nearby student. Said individual had a writing item beside them, unused. "Won't be a moment, thanks."
The Slytherin grabbed the object, turned back to the cards he was preparing, and began to write various happy Epiphany greetings on them. He didn't know who would actually receive the cards, but maybe they would bring some cheer. Nonetheless, once he was done, Aurelius wiped the quill and turned back to the student he had borrowed it from, offering it...
"Thank you, here. I'm Aurelius, by the way."
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28 Jan 2022, 15:29
Twelfth Night
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@Nigel Read
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She didn’t know what she had signed up for. The room was filled with decorations, foods, and… other students which were the least interesting part but the girl was pretty much sold in one second because of the decorating activity she was about to partake in. Happy epiphany, the poster said, oddly enough her mother never mentioned or celebrated it. Maybe Josh did, maybe, though most of the time his words entered one ear and out of the other. But hey, being a Ravenclaw with a smart and knowledgeable notabene, she didn’t want to let the world know that neither of those were present in her.
Aurora, the sky phenomenon, but she was clueless about anything sky related except flying. Stars are—stars, still completely dumbfounded by the fact that people randomly created lines to make a shape from one to another when there are literally thousands, if not millions scattered all over the place. Once, she tried to make astrology make sense by attempting to find her sign, Leo, in the sky. Search for the bright stars, they said, but all she saw were dots, and more dots, and even more dots. Plus, the lines in the book looked more like a goose rather than a lion. And since then, it was tattooed on the brain of hers that astrology was one hundred percent made up to add more spice in life, like mods for the sims.
Astronomy on the other hand was interesting but peculiar in its own way. There are lots of big rocky, gassy, dusty, and other floating balls, and science had the audacity to tell her that living things only exist on earth. First and foremost, how would they know such a thing when all they did was stalk the neighbours like a creep and not actually knock on the doors and come to visit like a normal human being? For all she knew, flying whales, mariposa-like creatures, giant cats with tiny angel wings do exist somewhere. And the craziest thing for her was the fact that some people still argue whether the earth is flat or round. It took a lot of persistence to resist the temptation to say ‘stop body shaming the poor earth!’, who knew that they also have a heart and people just hurt their feelings. As long as the earth is happy with how they look, it shouldn’t be a debate any longer. And those were her thoughts when she saw the figure of Professor Astronaut who unfortunately had to witness the broken middle finger of Aurora’s during the last fall ball.
She didn’t even get to the relativity of time, but that and the rest of her theories wouldn’t be appropriate to be discussed at that moment. It was crafting time. She grabbed a scissor, paints, a pencil, and cardboards. With a design in mind, she began sketching and cutting parts without even giving a single care about the surroundings. People chatters, mumbles, and stutters faded away as she opened the door and walked into her own little bubble of comfort zone.supremacy was the theme Aurora would love to go for since cats are truly the most adorable, cutest, and fiercest creature in the entire universe. Everyone must agree or they will get scratches on their multiple faces. She was doing that out of love for her spoiled precious little devil, Lucifur, who probably was sleeping on her bed, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, and a pillow under his head. Though what she was creating was not necessarily a gift box, it was very well decorated and definitely a cute one.
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28 Jan 2022, 16:19
Twelfth Night
Christmas at Hogwarts was, in Vale's own words, amusing. And as far as she knew about Epiphany, it would be no different.
As Vale arrived into the room, the first thing she noticed was the three statues in the front of the room. It made her stop in her movements almost like a cat. By her side, a small doll rested in one of her arms. A doll named Ashes, who was abet raggedy in appearance. She listened to her astronomy professor's explanation and would only nod along to signal her listening. "Ashes," The young girl whispered to the doll. ", there's cake and all sorts of snacks here!" She hugged the doll close to her body and went along to check out the decorative pieces needed to create the most perfect gift box in existence.
A small smile embedded her face when she sees all the tools needed were all there. "Save my seat for me, Ashes!" Vale moved back to an empty desk, and set her small doll onto it. The doll fell over, but it didn't stop Vale from returning to grab her materials needed for making a gift box. Her small frame could barely hold all the items needed, but succeeded in placing them at her saved desk nevertheless. "Yes Ashes, black is always the right way to go." Vale hummed, speaking to the lifeless doll as if it was a living person. She already got to work on making her gift box, painting it black first before she decided to add any decorations to the box.
As she waited for it to dry slightly, she turned back to her doll that laid limp on the desk. "Huh? Polka dots? Green and silver?" She stared at the doll, who did not speak back at all. The girl tilted her head, confused about something that seem only known to her. Her eyes suddenly lit up; an idea struck her.
"Oh! How smart!" Vale complimented her doll, and without further waiting, was already painting silver and green polka dots onto her black gift box. The box was slightly sloppy, with some spots left accidentally unpainted by Vale's excitement. But she was already so happy for it, nevertheless. The asymmetical polka dots were Vale's priority now.
When she finished the polka dots up, she went right away to eating her gifted snacks of cake and milk. She even placed a small snack for her equally small doll right in front of it, like it was bound to eat it too. As she ate, she went back to making her box once the polka dots that she have painted, dried. Vale practically just threw whatever seem to make sense in her eleven year old mind; which was a messy, painted box with glitter and bows all over it. But it was the effort that mattered rather than the artistic value.
Oh, and buttons too. Can't forget the buttons now. That was last on Vale's list for what makes the perfect gift box. That is, until she turned her head quickly to the doll next to her.
"What do you mean buttons won't work? How come polka dots work more than buttons, huh?" She went into a slight argument with the doll. A small scoff escaped her lips. "Mr. Buttercream would think this is a fine masterpiece." Vale rolled her eyes before they turned wide and open as she snapped her head back to the doll. "How can you say that about Mr. Buttercream, Ashes! He is quite lovely-"
A small gasp escaped her lips.
"You're jealous, of Mr. Buttercream aren't you?" The girl pouted at the lifeless doll. "Aw Ashes! I will continue loving you as much as I do with Mr. Buttercream!" Vale moved to grab the doll and hug it against her. "Yes Ashes, even as much as Familia." She continued to snuggle the doll before finally deciding the gift box was perfect, and her mini, rather one sided fight with her doll is over in only a few sentences.
"We should show it off, but who would wanna see it...?" Vale looked around curiously. When certain people caught her eyes, she was eager to show them her messy box with Ashes by her side.
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29 Jan 2022, 00:41
Twelfth Night
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She offered Professor Read a smile as he explained what they were meant to do. Decorating gift boxes certainly sounded fun to Adelaide, and a brilliant way to relax after a long day. The blonde grabbed two plain wooden boxes before making her way to a free desk. The first box Adelaide was going to design was going to be floral themed. She was not particularly sure why she had chosen that theme, but who doesn't love flowers? She made her way over to the supplies, grabbed some pink, green, purple, blue and dark blue, yellow, black and white paints before heading back to her desk and setting her supplies down. Rolling the sleeves of her robes up to avoid splattering paint on them, she set to work. She started by painting the stems of the flowers, each varying sizes, some bigger, some smaller. She also added some details of grass too. Once she was satisfied with the stems, she moved on to painting the flowers. She painted some beautiful pink flowers, purple flowers with a tiny hint of blue in them, and a tiny blue flower on it's own. For some little extra detail, she used the yellow and black paints she grabbed to paint on a bumblebee buzzing around the flowers. Maybe it was slightly too spring themed for the winter, but Adelaide was still proud of her design.
After finishing her first box, she set it off to the side to allow the paint to dry and allowed herself to stretch, loosening the muscles that tightened after being hunched over a desk for quite a while. Looking to take advantage of the free food, she decided now was the best time to try some of the English traditional dishes of the festival. Adelaide sampled the Twelfth Cake first, which tasted beautiful, she couldn't believe she hadn't tried this before. She tried the Epiphany Tart next, which was still quite enjoyable, but she would definitely say she preferred the Twelfth Cake. She washed it down with the glass of milk she had been given before moving on to her second box.
Her second box would be a more fitting design for the Astronomy classroom, a night sky design. She started with painting the entire box dark blue with some slight purple shading to resemble the night sky. Along the sides of the box, she added some details of houses with the black paint and using the white paint she had, she added some windows to the houses and speckled stars along the box. Finally, she added a crescent moon in the corner. Sitting up, she admired both of the boxes she had designed tonight. Truthfully, she was quite satisfied with both of them and felt this night was a success. After double checking that both of the boxes were dried, if she was allowed to take them she would pick them up, and grab another piece of cake before leaving the classroom.Thread left.
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Box one would look similar to this.
Box two would look similar to this (minus the name).
