Walking down the hallway to Charms, Claire suddenly is being pulled to the wall.
"Hey!" She growls at the person who grabbed her robes. Looking up she sees George. "I'm going to be late to class Mr. Weasley-" George cut her off.
"Look I'm sorry! Okay I'm sorry, we obviously both come from different back ground."
"Ya think." Claire growled. George narrowed his eyes at the younger girl.
"Fred is right, you are just a waste of time! I could be pranking but no you and your stupid beautiful hair and eyes, and your contagious laughter and-" George cut himself off
"We're done Claire, whatever this was." He points between them."Its over and I'm done." With that George roughly pushed past Claire leaving her confused and quite sad.
Having her mind in a state of shock along with her feelings, Claire skips class and heads up to the Room of Requirement. She just wanted to escape and paint.
Upon arriving Claire starts to think repeatedly what she wants. The door begins to form and she quickly opens it and goes in.
Claire sees an easel with paint and paper already waiting for her. She smiles to her self and rolls up her sleeves.
"Let's get to it." She mumbles.
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After standing in front of the easel Claire puts the paint brush down and stares at her blank work.
Trembling she runs out and straight to the main steps to find Jane.
She couldn't think of one thing to paint and that never happens. But seeing it that George left it seemed also that so did her inspiration.
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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
