Riddle walks out with Chenya out of their dorm and they call the butterflies, as they come down Riddle can't help but feel like a queen as they get on. "So," he turns to Chenya, "What's our first class?" Chenya laughs and pulls a scroll and gives it to him "Im a 3rd year so I won't be with you but" He pauses as Riddle gasps at the drawings of coming to life on the map.
"They will~"
"But how?" Riddle asks, he hasn't seen a spell like this before and surely it must have taken a lot of energy out of the maker. "They know what you're going to, just listen to them and you'll be fine."
"Now I gotta go bye!~" and just like that Chenya was gone.
Riddle blinks and looks back down at the paper. There he sees a little person that looks like him and an arrow pointing him to the front. He begins walking forward and the little character does the same, in just a few minutes Riddle finds himself in front of room 27.
"Art Room," it said in loopy writing.
Riddle pushes open the door and looks around in awe.
The room's walls were filled with drawings of different things like cats, people, and even more.
"Ooh! You must be from NRC!" Riddle looks up and sees a man with long golden hair, swinging down to him.
"Hello! My name is Bell! Your art teacher." He reached his hand out to Riddle and he shakes it back, "Riddle Rosenheart, a pleasure to learn from you." Professor Bell pouts, then hands him a paintbrush.
"Something is bothering you," He stated then pushes him to a blank canvas.
"Professor isn't there 10 minutes before class?" Riddle asks, "Nonsense! Painting your feelings can help you make better art!"
"Painting my feelings?" Bell sighs, "When your mind gets clouded, you cant focus on one thing" Bell then takes Riddle's brush hand and then brushes it against the canvas, still no paint on it, "But when you focus it on one thing, it can show you something amazing..."
He lets go, then puts his hand long Riddle's chest, "Paint from here, visualize the feelings."
Then a bunch of 2nd-year students come into the room and Bell turned away from Riddle and began to chat with them.
Riddle looks at the blank canvas, trying to picture what the feelings are...
Angry, Annoyed, JEALOUS, TIRED, SAD-
Before Riddle knew it, he had a painting right in front of him. Riddle's eyes widen, There were streaks of red, maroon, grey, and black, at the bottom forming a body of a boy crying in a sitting position. Then at the top were streaks of blue, teal, white, and gold, and another boy smiling and jumping in Joy.
"What a beautiful painting," Bell commented. Riddle jumped in surprised, "Sir!"
"Great blending, stroked and a decent color palette," Bell then looks at Riddle, his smile disappearing, "But why are you so stubborn?"
Riddle blinks and is so confused.
He walks off.
Nothing more
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FanfictionNRC got into an accident and the school needs to prepared but the students cant go home. So the RSA kindly allows them to stay there for the time being CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN
