December brought with it the students more obviously putting distance between themselves and Harry, Ron finally getting a new wand that suited him far better than the one he borrowed from (y/n), and a livid Severus dragging a student with a proclivity towards vandalism of the artistic kind to the headmaster's office where the teen admitted to painting risque portraits in the bathroom stalls and in a very roundabout way admitted that (y/n) may have been one of them with a throw-away comment along the lines of "The person responsible didn't even get her proportions right. See the arm on the left was too long and her feet looked off."
The last point was only brought up to her because that student had previously approached her with a sketchbook full of artwork she had made when she got wasted at the victory party her house held after squashing their opponent in Quidditch, which (y/n) produced to prove the teen's innocence. That Hufflepuff's style was more along the lines of Renaissance paintings found in muggle museums and less like the graffitied drivel (student's words not (y/n)'s) that had found its way far too close to (y/n)'s quarters for comfort.
"The only reason I know what that mural looks like is that I got a commission from hopefully a Gryffindor from one of the years above mine to paint Wood posed tastefully in one of the stalls of the restroom near there." The artist sighed rubbing her temples. "Besides, I've family in the Americas with the same proclivity towards snakes as Ms. Black, why would I do that, when I don't hold that view?"
"Do you know who else would?" Albus asked the teen who was looking indignant at the thought of taking the fall for something she didn't do.
"It was finger painting, none of the others in my line of work here do that. The reds looked wrong like they were browning the way dried blood does." She mentioned with a shiver.
"That is an interesting point, do you know someone who paints with blood?" Albus was calm and not as freaked out as the others in the room.
"Yonic Yona on occasion but that's probably not that kind of blood. Too smooth."
"There is no Yona enrolled-" Minerva started but was cut off by the student.
"Codenames. The commissions system works anonymously with a middle man between us and the client through the library and owlery. The client leaves a scrap of paper with the specifics of what they want where and how with an estimate of what they'll pay in a certain book. Yonic Yona gets pin-ups mostly that they leave in a compartment in the owlery for pick-up, Dirty Devon does landscapes that they hide in a book in the library, and there are three others other than myself that I can't remember at the moment."
"That's complex." (y/n) hummed. "Yona graduated last year."
"Ah right, that's why I've been getting those." the artist grumbled.
"You know of this Ms. Black?" Severus sent her a look.
"It gets boring doing nothing but schoolwork when you've few friends." (y/n) shrugged.
"Founder?" The artist sent her a look.
"I've been busted." (y/n) chuckled.
The rest of the month was spent calming the few students who were brave enough to still visit her, outside of Draco, Harry, Joan, and Harry's friends, which required gallons of tea and the kid bullying them into coloring with her while she wore a pair of costume fairy wings and a tutu she got her mother to transfigure. A repeat of the previous year's lesson on dires went off with a few of the students making the professor know that this pup was different from the other one earning an explanation, a brief explanation, on the love life of dires.
The holidays came about with very few students staying on the grounds, of them: Harry, Hermione, the Weasleys, Draco, Draco's goons, and Joan, who'd taken to walking around when alone with mirrors on this apparatus they made with different things crudely transfigured together. Joan had moved into (y/n)'s quarters for Christmas since there are no other Ravenclaws this year and this would be their first Christmas together. (y/n) luckily had long since made the gifts she planned on giving everyone of importance. She worked hard on the black turtleneck for Draco that she hopes he'll at least wear before pretending it isn't a thing he owns. Not to mention another almost black sweater for Severus to continue the tradition of her finding almost black colors for him to wear. They sat wrapped in her trunk hiding from the very curious children who scoured the rest of the quarters for any tiny creature for Joan's transfiguration paper they were writing for extra credit.
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Fanfiction(y/n) Lucius Black has returned to the UK's corner of the Wizarding World from America, more permanently now as Dumbledore has asked the youngest graduate of Hogwarts to work. Will the events of the past decade catch up to her? Will her parents dec...
