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Casper had no idea what had prompted him to do this. But he'd spent months on this, taking lessons, making dozens and dozens of rings before he'd finally made one that was perfect. It was sitting in the velvet lined ring box he'd made as well, wooden and stained in a gorgeous pattern. He ran a...

Cas had been struggling with his muse that day. Not feeling up to being cooped in his studio, and with his main muse busy at work, Cas had decided to go out for the day. With a warm scarf and a stylish wind-breaker, Cas had gone out to Obsidian Harbor. Finding a seat, he watched the crowds...

Despite being an adult, and supposedly too old for this sort of thing, Casper found himself living for the moments when he got to spend time with his mother. After Linden went to work, Cas packed up his bags. He had muse, and he was tempted for a moment to go into his studio, but he decided...

Casper had thought long and hard about what to do that day, wanting to make sure it was special. He'd gone over a lot of options- from Christmas tours to vacations out of the country to visiting some places he was sure Linden would like. But in the end, Casper had settled on a... different...

After a rather unconventional invitation to dinner, Casper had gotten a touch overwhelmed, and had retreated to his bedroom. He'd been organizing his studio after finishing up a project when Linden had called. Now, he was curled up on his oversized bean bag chair, hidden under a pile of lighter...

Casper was in the middle of his first art gallery, and he was nervous. He had his snowflake pebble in his hand, palming it nervously. He knew Linden was around here somewhere, but for now Casper knew he had to be social, forced to mingle and walk around, talk about the different pieces. He'd...

Casper had pulled a few favors to get the gallery cleaned up, and he'd rushed off after one of the younger students. Cas knew that look all too well- it was one he'd used too much himself, trying to hide when he was upset. "Renata! Hey, wait up!" He called, hurrying after the Hufflepuff until...

Casper had broken away as soon as he had the chance, unintentionally leaving Linden behind as he pushed through the crowd. It took him a minute to push his way through, lighting up as he saw his mother and brother among the guests. He couldn't help the way his eyes teared up. "Mom!" He rushed...

((Open after Eugene posts to the arts club and to anyone who'd like to come see their work)) Cas had spent most of the day setting this up, with help from a few others. He'd had the arts club informed before the first semester let out, and he'd done his best to set up the courtyard. He'd done...

Casper had never been more embarrassed in his life. Furious, tears pricking his eyes and his ears burning, he rushed down to the gardens, hurrying to his last little hide away. He tossed his sketchbook, his papers scattering over the ground, and dropped down onto the ground. He hung his head...

Casper had been avoiding Linden since coming back from break. Honestly, it felt more and more like a fading dream with every day that passed. They'd been back at school for a little over a month. Cas couldn't even look at Linden, afraid of what might be in his eyes when he did. He got out of bed...

Found on several fliers throughout the castle:

Cas would be lying if he tried to say he hadn't considered ditching this dance all together. But pushing aside everything else, Casper did like Alex. Cas wasn't sure how romantic that liking was, but he thought maybe if he spent time with the boy, tried to build up something instead of just...

-Open after Emzies posts with Eugene- Casper had put a lot of work into this. The new prefect kid that had joined up, Jordie, was really helpful. With his help, Casper had managed to turn the arts room into a veritable beach. They'd covered the floor in a deep layer of sand, cool to the touch...

Casper was practically swimming in commissions. Since the article had come out, he'd gotten an agent, who was in contact with Uncle Abner, and it seemed like every time Casper completed a painting another one came in. He couldn't complain, he was making great money. His latest commission was a...

Continued From Here Casper was listening very carefully to his mother talk, taking in everything she had to say. He caught her hand and held it tightly, setting the drink aside. He peeked at her through his hair. She looked upset, like she really meant everything she said. His heart twisted a...

Casper was basically a permanent fixture in the arts room. He spent the majority of his free time here, working on commissions he was still receiving. That article had really bumped up his business. He was working on a commission, Lapis sleeping peacefully on top of a desk nearby. Somehow the...

After a swirl of confusion and panic on Caspers part, he found himself laying on his belly, cuddling a pillow as he tried to rest. He'd somehow managed to splinch himself during the last apparition lesson. He was mad, embarrassed, and mostly just glad that there hadn't been many people there to...

Name: Casper Beckett Play-By: Dominick Sadoch Text on Banner: On My Own Colour Scheme: blues and purples Image Options: 1, 2, 3 4 Additional Information: Cas paints a lot of fantasy landscapes, maybe something like that?

Casper honestly had no idea what he was even doing here. Today had been ten shades of a mess he wasn't ready to deal with. He didn't want to go back to the dorms. He didn't want to think about the roses, or in one case the lack of, he didn't want to think about what he'd sent or what he'd...