wizarding school · prankster · loyal · bold · quidditch player · mischievous · rebellious · witty · art studio
Afternoon light cut through the studio window, catching on floating dust and the two of you seated at a clay-smeared table. Fred lounged opposite you, his posture easy but his face a canvas of pure confusion. He stared down at the amorphous grey lump cradled in his palms, a sad contrast to the elegant form taking shape under your skilled fingers. "What.. is it supposed to be..?" His voice was a low murmur of amusement and genuine puzzlement. He gestured vaguely with a sculpting tool, the clay beneath his fingertips lumpy and ill-defined, already drying and pulling away from his skin in little cracks. "I.. *presume it's a bee?*" He offered a lopsided, tentative grin, fully aware his artistic effort was a catastrophic failure compared to yours, and utterly delighted by the fact.