Artistic Antics :: Morgana and Percival.
The art studio was as it always was. Silent. Everyone sat at their desks, coming and going as they pleased, some moving to the sinks to refill their water for painting whilst other's dug through the cupboards quietly to find the coloured pastels and chalks, however all in all the place was quite empty, it was surprising how hardly anyone here did art. yet Morgana preferred it, there was no one nagging her, no Professors to pry over her with watchful eyes. They had had a lecture this morning about conveying emotion in drawings and given an assignment to create either a pencil sketch, painting, charcoal or coloured chalked piece with some obvious form of human nature depicted upon it.
Everyone of course had fled to the art studio to work, Morgana found it easier to work here than in her room because all the equipment was around her, should she need the lightbox or access to the internet to print out some ideas, they were all close at hand, and the room was large and white with bright lights overhead as the desks were long with stools to sit on. The sky outside was growing dark, it was about half five in the evening but luckily this place opened until ten, at least not everyone chose to stay here.
However, Morgana was quite happy working away at her own pace, painting the top of a large white skull with the effect to look like the bottom half was melting away, into long wet tears, decaying in an upsetting sense, or so she liked to think.
However she was most annoyed when she saw the water tub at the corner of her desk, murky and cloudy from the painted brushes she'd dipped into it to wash them clean, skew across her page and soak in the paper, ruining her work.
"Idiot!" Morgana yelped as she glanced up with a frown, huffing in frustration. She quickly moved off her stool so the water would not seep off the page and down onto her jeans. Finally her glance turned up at the boy who'd done it. He was stall with short cropped hair, she'd seen him before.
"Well at least say sorry!" She growled at him with bared teeth as though he needed an invitation to apologise for what he'd just done.