Magic flying everywhere along with paint Claire knew she was close to creating a new color.
"A bit of red, splash of yellow, pinch of magic." She giggled at her self. Her smile getting bigger and bigger as she brewed and painted and mixed colors together.
Checking her magic book of colors she double checks to see if her color is in their. It's not.
"Merlin have mercy on my soul.." Claire mutters as she stared at her color.
"I just created a new color!"
Checking her book again, her color appeared with the date and who it was created by. Claire Ann Becker of central London just created a new colour.
"George Weasley time to pay up bitch!"
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After packing everything up and putting a protective spell on her book and painting Claire gathered her things up and skipped out of the Room Of Requirement in search of George.
Noting the time on her watch she realised she had 5 minutes to get to the dungeons for detention.
"Ah damn it." Claire broke into a sprint and raced down the halls and in direction of the main staircase.
"We really need an elevator or something my goodness." Claire huffed as her legs and lungs started to give out. As she reached the bottom of the stairs she almost flies into the corridor heading to Snapes room.
"Almost there." She gasps while taking a left turn into the needed corridor.
Grabbing the door handle Claire barges into the classroom earring baffled yet stern look from Snape.
"Two minutes late miss Becker, 20 points from Ravenclaw."
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Colors
Fanfiction"Create a new color and I won't prank you again." "Deal." Claire Becker; artist. George Weasley; prankster Total opposites but when they both find themselves in detention, there's always mischief to be managed
