December 9, 1888 – Slytherin Commonroom
Crystal was frustrated with her painting. She knew, logically, that she wasn't going to make anything beautiful in a day. Especially since she'd just learned basics the day before. It didn't help that she'd seen Acacia paint some neat things in a day. Why couldn't she have the same talent? She scowled at the mess on the canvas.
She's been going for a flower, but it looked more like she'd just puked colors and hoped they made something nice. She wanted to put the stupid thing in the fire and never look at such a tragedy again. Doing that would probably draw more attention to the eye sore than if she just left it where it was.
