Anything You Can Do, I can Do Better. PV RPG+ C

The Small Hall was somewhere that Koko hadn't gone yet. It was certainly interesting, to say the least. The portraits which lined the walls would spark the first year's interest, and the footsteps which echoed in the corridor would spark her musical interest. The hues of the room went fine with her golden tones of hair and eyes, though her pale skin and black and green robes did add a bit of contrast. The child's arms swung by her legs as she walked. Her arms were longer than most, they could reach so much more. Some people would say "reach for the stars." Koko had tried, deemed it impossible, even... But she'd never stopped trying.

About the character in question... She could be very snarky, which she would usually regret. She was very artistic and musical. She did enjoy learning to a certain extent--everyone got bored of schoolwork at one point. However, her point of breakage was way up there, and she hadn't found it yet.

She took in the soft wood tones of the walls, the luscious red carpet, and the gold framed pictures. The area was peaceful, which meant that it would be interesting to see something chaotic in here. If Kaegen Deathmote... No. Just no. Koko didn't want to risk her smart mouth getting her deeper in a pool of trouble than it already had. She was already in a deep pit here.

The room actually smelled quite musty. It must not have been in heavy use, but the first year was determined to change that. She smiled as she paced around the room, letting her footsteps find their way into the perfect carpet. Nothing was really perfect, she knew that, but some things certainly looked that way. Some people acted like that. Koko knew she wasn't perfect. She was far from it. But oh, would she try.

Koko twirled her pencil over her finger. She still used quills like any Wizarding child would, but for her artwork she preferred pencils. They were so much easier to shade with. If one drew with a quill, their artwork wouldn't usually be as realistic, which was why Koko would use a pencil.

She sat cross-legged on the rosy carpet, the rogue the same colour as her old school uniform had been, at least the jacket. She was much better off going to Hogwarts than some fancy schmancy private school, anyways. She rolled her eyes at herself, giving off an aura of bitterness, though one could only see it if they looked close enough.