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"WHAT ABOUT BUTTERFLIES"
For the first time in months, Elise has a free weekend.
It's true the most amazing thing to ever happen. Its a rare Novemember Friday where the sky is still blue and all you need to go out is a light cardigan. It brisk but still warm enough and enticing that the majority of the school found themselves outside. Laying on the grass, sitting on the stones near the Black Lake, having fun. You could spend hours outside, from when classes end to when the dinner bell would ring. She likes days like this the most, just hours of time with her friends.
The last time they had a day like this was... interesting. She and Edelyn nearly died laughing while listening to Mae, Dorcas, and Jackie's elaborate, intricate and complex (otherwise known as insane )plan for world domination. It happened a lot, a random thing in a conversation with those three would spiral and it always ended with world domination. It was one of those things. The time before that, they took their candy stash and ate it all. It was miserable later, but they were happy first.
Everyone in Muggle Art, which was a class where the participants actually cared and put the effort in, was out the door the second the clock strikes three. They left their Professor in the dust, standing there dumbfounded. It seems they weren't the only ones with that idea, the hallways fill with noise. Talking, screaming, footsteps, slaps on the back. She chooses not to wonder about the person shrieking who the fuck hung paint buckets on the ceiling. And then she ignores the terror as the buckets tip over.
She's fairly certain she knows who did it seeing as Black is always the first person out the door and he's still standing in the classroom. Helping clean up, for what may be the first time all year. She mostly doesn't comment because she doesn't want to do all the work by herself and Professor Wall is known for giving detentions that you have to serve right away. She knows because he's done it and she and Aidan Fairchild were stuck cleaning up the room for a week.
Wall just left to go supervise the detention and he asked them to clean. What was she supposed to do?
"Sinclair," Black says.
"Black," she looks at him while gathering all the markers. How someone got the ceiling, she doesn't know. But she's also not tall enough to reach it, even if she stands on top of the desk.
"You're muggleborn, right?"
She side-eyes him. "Depends on why you're asking."
"Curiosity, a hatred of awkward silence, a desperate need of entertainment while cleaning," he shrugs.
"Yeah, I am."
"Then why take Muggle Art? Don't you know everything?"
Elise technically knows everything they learn in the class. "Yeah, I may not be learning anything new. But I like art so... yeah." SHe puts the marker box back in the cabinet. "Why do you take it?"
