Two Noodles {Accidentally Dictated; Action}

[pastina]

[If you listen closely, you might hear the First Years' Herbology lecture in the background of this entry today, but it's very faint and easily drowned out by something else.]

Nnn...veeee...wanna paint...paint the rabbits...

[Namely, the sound of sweet, sweet sleep.

Italy didn't mean to fall asleep, especially when he's finally managed to start going to the correct classes and places, and double especially since this one was being taught by Miss Ino, who he's immediately taken a shine too. But it's siesta time, and Italy is just so very tired! He probably opened his journal to take notes, since it's the only notebook he has, and his head just drooped right onto it.

You should definitely shout at him through the journal to wake him up! Or maybe you're in class and can't stand his incompetence? Either way, there's going to be a bit of drool over the journals. Euugh.]

062 red letters

[eat_me_beat_me]

[On the heels of yesterday's broadcast graffiti has appeared throughout the castle. "HHH" "Talk Hard" and "The Truth is a Hex" has been painted in varying colors (mostly red) in various places in the castle. On the walls, on the ceiling, up one of the moving staircases... always on the stonework, never defacing any of the art (that would be rude). No one's seemed to have owned up to it but anyone who remembers Paradisa should figure it out fairly quickly.

Nora is supposed to be in class at the moment. She doesn't really remember which one and she can't say that she particularly cares. Magic is cool and all but some of these lectures are just fucking snore fests. That being the case she's found the biggest window that gives her the best vantage point to watch that dragon. Currently she's sitting in a chair with her feet up on the windowsill filling up a sketchbook with quick sketches of that beast. Hey if it's there she's going to take advantage of it! She speaks as she adds a few scales on her latest drawing]

I don't know whether it's gratifying or depressing to know that high school is pretty much the same here as it is back home. The only difference is adding some magic into the mix.

Oh man but can I just say that these moving paintings are fucking sweet?! I wish I could take one back with me. No, no, more than that I wish I could actually do that - paint something and have it actually take on a life of its own. It's just so trippy, the thought that something as simple as paint on canvas can become something more. That it can live and talk and move around.

[She looks up at a nearby painting. The young woman therein smiles and nods politely at her. Nora just grins]

You know my art teacher back home used to tell me that any good artist puts their heart and soul into their art - breathes life into it. But I never thought that could be meant literally [she laughs]

-9 Woolongs [Dictated/Action]

[3nterprising]

[It's late, and a young Faye Valentine has long grown tired of studying. She reclines in an arm chair in the common room of the Ravenclaw house, having given up on pretending to look busy and has since resorted to balancing a quill between her nose and her upper lip. Wearily, she glances at her journal and flips it open.]

So, nobody else is still studying, right? Well, even if you are, I'm still calling it quits.