Azu managed to find her way to the art room. She’s never been that interested in art, but she doesn’t mind trying it out. The hall leading up to the room was covered in students’ artwork. She does admit, some are better than others, but gosh darn it Azu is sure that they tried. When she does reach the room there aren’t that many people. There are about six tables arranged in a grid pattern. The tables closest to where the shelves with all the materials are filled with people chattering and doing their assorted art with a bunch of random materials. Then off in the corner, Azu notices a girl hunched over a sketchbook. She looks rather plain, and if she wasn’t off in the corner Azu wouldn’t have even noticed her. All Azu could make out was a messy pixie cut of dark hair, a gray and brown flannel, and a black leather jacket.
Sasha was busy sketching when she heard what sounded like heels walking towards the art room, “Fiddlesticks.” Sasha would rather not get pulled out of art today by the admin, that’d be great. And she hadn’t even done anything this time. (Ok, well maybe she did threaten to skin that one kid, but he deserved it. Plus Sasha didn’t take him for the squealing type.) However, when the shoes got to the doorway, Sasha noted that the shoes did not, in fact, belong to anyone in admin. Instead, a tall, fluffy sweatered girl with a very pretty dark complexion. Sasha really hoped that the girl wouldn’t notice her and just let her be. Sasha then heard the girl’s loud clunking shoes walk towards her, “Fiddlesticking sugar.”