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Nora Seville-Maxwell

HNZ Alumni | NY Parsons Alumni | Spanish
 
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OOC First Name
Alex
Blood Status
Half Blood
Relationship Status
Single (Looking)
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Age
(15/10/2032)
Life has its drama. A pot that needed stirring up. Nora was the only person who can deal the ups and downs of her family and the only person who can ruin it in one blink of an eye. She hadn't heard anything about Avaria Lockwood being friends again with his cousin, Philip. Great. Stir to the right, clock wise. Nora held a pint of paint in one hand and the other a paint brush that she stole from the Conglomerated Arts room. She was getting artsy and wanted to paint up in the seventh floor of the castle. The Slytherin had a better canvas than just cloth or burlap. Everyone can see this one. Specially her star of the show will noticed it.

Nora arrived on the seventh floor corridor, the hallway quiet, picking a great time to paint when half of the student body in their classes. The dark haired girl will be done once the bell rang for next period and her masterpiece will eventually be seen by Lockwood. Her slim hand opened the can of yellow paint, dipping the brush on the paint, she halted. Wondering what clever thing to paint or write on the wall.
 
Spencer hadn't been getting out much since he began his fifth year. Nothing could have prepared him for how intense the workload was, not even the many warnings he had received both from his professors and from Charlotte. In what felt like the first time all semester Spencer had felt able to put down the books and leave the common room for a breather. The common room was pretty quiet as Spencer made his way through it, no doubt most people were choosing to study in the library and those not chained to their books were outside enjoying the sun.

Stepping out of the portrait and into the seventh floor corridor Spencer found it to be unusually quiet. With Heta omega on the floor the brotherhood hq not far there was usually a little bit of a buzz but not that day. Making his way down the corridor something did catch his eye. A girl with paint defacing a wall. Spencer was tempted to keep walking but hew as curious to see what she was trying to paint. "What am I looking at exactly?" He asked not quite sure what the painting was taking shape as.
 
It wasn't a great idea but she started off with the girl's first name letter, a big one. She was short, she realized but she managed to write while tip toeing. It would be a pain doing all of it but the satisfaction was there. It was fun for her to make other people miserable, to be fair, they have seen her at her worst too and no body cared. Nora was able to come up of what to write when a calm and smooth voice commented about her piece.

The dark haired girl swung fast, her paint brush loaded with paint. She had thought it was her wand and pointed at the person's face. Paint splatter from the floor to the person's face. Nora didn't want to laugh nor giggle but she thought it was cute. Instead she laid out her poker face, "Uhh ... ummm ... You have paint." Nora gestured to his face. She fought the urge to even smile but failed. "Okay, you look funny. Add more other paint colours and you're a perfect clown." The enjoyment with her fellow schoolmate made her forget about the blank walls that she was meant to vandalized.
 
Spencer observed the girl curiously and had no time to react as she spun round and pain splattered from her brush to his face. Spencer raised his fingers to his face and dabbed at the still wet paint. "Yeah, I noticed, hows it look?" He asked holding in a laugh. "I've never been a big fan of clowns, they're a bit weird," Spencer said with a laugh. "What did this wall ever do to you?" He asked staring at the blank wall behind her. Spencer had never seen anyone actually painting a school wall before so he was curious as to what had driven her to do so.
 

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