Splatter(Open)

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Luke walked down the path from the school..or castle, really, a large white canvas held under one arm, and two buckets of paint in the other. The caps on each were half off, like he had already used them earily. He looked down at the lake, then over at the forest, before picking a tree near the rocky shore. It was large, a birch to be exact, with a nice flat, wide trunk with a small notch. He dropped the buckets with a thunk on the moist grass, the canvas held in both tanned hands now. He was whistling quietly, his wand tucked in his back pocket. He pressed the canvas into the notch, until it was stuck firmly in the bark, and he bent down, looking at his work as he dug his fingers under the paint caps, pulling them off.

He could have easily used magic to take off the lids, or place the white canvas on the tree, or to paint. But you lost the actually point, doing so, and it was more like work then fun then. He stuck his hands into each bucket, then pulled them out, some paint dripping onto his bare feet. One hand was black in color, the other a gold. He had decided to do it for his house colors, though it really didn't mind. He stepped backwards a few steps backwards, paint drenched hands held gingerly at his side.

He was wearing his usual black pants and t-shirt, wet paint trailing down one leg. On the t-shirt he had drawn a silver tree, with each leaf a small, delicate gold in color. One of his better drawings..and of course, it had been done when he should have been reading that book for Potions class. So, he could proprastinate, a little..lot. His hair was the same as usual. Though it was fairly unusual, it being bright turquoise in color, and in a half mohawk. Combine it with the earing's and eyebrowrings, he looked definately like a oddball.

He swung back his arms, and sent them flicking forward, spraying paint on the canvas, and anyone with in 20 feet of the tree. His yellow eyes looked around with a half guilty expression on his face. Even though he was a metamorphmanous, he couldn't fix his eyes, and he would be blind without his neon yellow contacts. He had forgotten to look around in case someone might be nearby, which meant someone other then himself and his whitewashed canvas might have been splattered by the gold and black paint. Oops.

[Cavan Mikal Weiss]

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Cavan sat against a tree near the shoreline of the lake reading a text book with his stylist glasses on his nose. He was wearing his shoulder-length midnight black hair pulled back in a small pony tail. His faded blue jeans were getting grass stains as he continued to sit on the slightly moist grass. Keeping him warm were his black leather Harley Davidson boots and his dark green long sleeved shirt, a dark blue button up collared shirt, a Slytherin hoodie, and his yellow and black house scarf. Beside him sat his messenger bag leaning against the tree as well.

He sat there, enjoying just reading for a bit, listening to the water slapping against the shore and the wind, blowing through the trees. He’d been so interested in reading his book and translating it silently in his mind, that he didn’t at first hear anything except the sounds he’d been hearing. He only paused a moment when he heard an odd metallic thunk on the ground, but figured it was just his imagination. Several minutes later he looked up, not sure what had disturbed him and noticed the some of the grass on either side of him was covered in black and gold paint. He put his book back in it’s place in his messenger bag, forgetting the glasses on his nose. Picking up the bag, he hesitantly looked around the tree, “Hullo?” He was hoping against hope that he wouldn’t be attacked during his investigation, as paint was rather messy to get out of hair.

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Luke was half way through flicking paint covered hands when he heard the voice, and glanced around, spotting a face peering out from behind the tree. His hand froze, though a few droplets of paint fell off, splattering the now speckled and previously whitewashed canvas. "Hullo?"[/i] Luke let this hands fall to sides, and he wiped them on his pants, which promptly were covered in gold and black. Fortunately, this paint was easy to come out with magic..he only used the perment on pants he wanted to draw on. He stepped a bit to the left, until a boy came into site, younger then him by a considerable amount of years.

"Oh, sorry, didn't see you there." He said, smiling kindly at the younger student, and taking his wand out of his back pocket. "Didn't spray you, did I?" His voice was relaxed, laid back and a bit carefree. What he should have been doing was finding the other members of the Order of the Light..and definately doing the essay that was due for Defense Against the Dark Arts. But he wasn't and itched his cheek slightly, so now he looked like half a football player with turquoise hair.

It was a warm day, though for the season it was still fairly chill. He enjoyed the chill, but refreshing breeze which crept up from the lake, even though he was dressed in a t-shirt. He glanced at the boys scarf..and then at the Slytherin hoodie. That was a tad odd, but Luke really shouldn't say it, because he himself was really, really odd. Not many people have see someone with a turquoise half-mohawk and neon eyes. He thumbed his wand, which was covered with some much paint, only a small percentage of it from today, that the wood was hard to see. "Turgio." He said, ans siphoned off some of the paint off of his hands and the grass around him.

[Cavan Mikal Weiss]

"Oh, sorry, didn't see you there. Didn't spray you, did I?"

Cavan saw the older boy with turquois hair in the shape of a mohawk and grinned. "It's okay, I didn't realize you were there either, until there was flying paint that is. Don't worry, you didn't get me, just the grass and the tree." He came out from behind the tree and noticed the canvas for the first time. "...And the canvas." He shifted the messenger bag on his shoulder and took in the boy's whole appearance before moving around the tree, closer to Luke to see the painting thus far.

"Aren't you cold in just a t-shirt and jeans? I'm still chilly and I'm wearing two shirts and a thick hoodie... You must paint a lot." He commented, noticing the paint covered wand which looked more like paint brush missing it's bristles than anything else. "It's definately abstract huh? I'm Cavan, by the way." He turned, offering his left hand, which was doing much less in the battle with his bag.

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Luke regarded the hand, glancing down at his own(which was still half covered in paint), before pointing his wand at it and murmuring, "Turgio." His hand now cleaner then before, he shook the boys hand firmly. He smiled in return, tucking his wand back in his back pocket. "Indeed, my hope was to hit the canvas, though my aim was a little off." He added, glancing down and around at the now paint speckled grass and birch tree. He took in the boy, whose tan skin, hair, and blue eyes put him first in mind of a Aision. On second thought though, he decided Brazillian, maybe. Off course, being Luke, he spent about..oh..three seconds on this train of thought, before abadoning it.

"Aren't you cold in just a t-shirt and jeans? I'm still chilly and I'm wearing two shirts and a thick hoodie...

Luke rolled his broad shoulders under the thin t-shirt, shaking his head no. "Me? Naw, its not that cold out." He said, waving a dismive hand, and splattering the canvas with a bit more black. It was pretty dang cold out, actually, but he ignored it. He usually never wore a coat if he could help it..unless it was below zero, or dropping buckets of snow down on there respective heads. This, of course, might not be the best thing when your going to Hogwart..which is in the mountains...in Ireland((It is Ireland..right?)), and in the in the winter.

"Eh, some of my paintings are." He said, pointing a lazy finger at the silver and gold tree. The tree might seem a bit odd to some people, it not really fitting the punk-style mohawk. But it was who he was, some oddball envirmentilist(with apartently bad spelling) "But this one? Right on the mark there Cavan." He said, winking slightly. He also did a bit of suclpture, in which he had experimented blasting a huge stone with his wand in his house. Lets just say, his uncle wasn't to thrilled to see his living room half demolished when he came home. "Luke," He said.

[Cavan Mikal Weiss]

"Turgio."

"Thanks" Cavan spoke as they shook hands, appreciating the cleaner hand he was able to shake because of the cleaning spell.

"Indeed, my hope was to hit the canvas, though my aim was a little off. Me? Naw, its not that cold out."

He looked at Luke sceptically, one eye brow raise, but said nothing. He watched as more black was splattered onto the canvas. "Whatever floats your boat I suppose." (It's Scotland actually, but no worries.)

"Eh, some of my paintings are. But this one? Right on the mark there Cavan."

He took in the painting on Luke's t-shirt and smiled, nodding, "You're right, that is nice and not abstract at all. I'm guessing you tend to do art more often than not?" He smiled, knowing that he was much the same with his passions.

"Luke."

"It's very nice to meet you." He said.

(Sorry, I couldn't think of much to say, next one will be longer...)

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((I was close, ))

"True, probably when I should be doing my homework, though." He said in a slightly rueful tone. It was true, if he had been lying, his hair would have turned a light shade of yellow. It was one of the down falls of not quite mastering his ability of being a metamorphmagus. Lying, unless he was concetrating completely, was difficult. Of course, when you concentrate when your lying, its pretty easy to tell your not telling the truth. He grinned at the boy, finding him a talkitive and friendly person to speak to.

A fierce wind blasted from the lake, churning up the now gray water, sending sprays of white foam bouncing off of the rocks and onto the shore. Tensing his muscles subconsciously, Luke let it slice across him, rippling the shirt and sending his canvas a flutter. He was very glad he had tucked it so sucurely in the notch, or else he would have to chase after it, which wasn't much fun. Besides, if a wet painting did fly across the lawns, it had a good chance of smacking squarely into someones faces.

"Same to you, kiddo." He said, and resisted the urge to ruffle his hair. That wasn't a very respectful thing to do, or a mature thing. Seeing the boy watch as more paint was splatted on the previously clean and whitewashed canvas, he kicked on the buckets gently with his toe, so it didn't spill over, and said; "You can try it if you want, won't stain your clothes.." After a moment, he added as a after thought, "but it might be tricky to get out." He was the type of person who didn't mind being covered in paint or rock shavings, though the rocks were fairly uncomfortable, and sometimes forgot others didn't apprecieate being dunked in green goo.
((THats alright))

[Cavan Mikal Weiss]

"True, probably when I should be doing my homework, though."

Cavan shook his head, "You really should get your homework done before anything else, but I do understand. I was slacking off just now, I'm supposed to be finishing something and decided to just read instead of studying." It wasn't the full truth, but he didn't want to come across as the snooty smart first year. He wasn't snooty in the least and wasn't ashamed of his intelligence, but he understood that some people didn't like people being smarter than them, especially if they were younger.

Cavan noticed the tensing of Luke's muscles as he let the wind slice across him, rippling the shirt and making the canvas flutter. He silently wondered why he would make himself be so cold, he himself was curling into an unsuccessful ball as they stood there, trying to retain what warmth he could. He didn't normally mind the cold, as he had been sitting out here of his own accord, but he sure did appreciate warmth, more so he supposed after he'd been cold. He found himself smiling as he evaluated the balance between cold and warmth.

"Same to you, kiddo. You can try it if you want, won't stain your clothes... but it might be tricky to get out."

He directed his smile to Luke when he offered to let him try painting. He wasn't so sure, it would be awful messy and the he got an idea. "I would like to try, if you don't mind, but I think I'd like to try it a different way if that is alright with you." He didn't want to get paint of his clothes, especially his hoodie, which is little sister had given to him as a joke when he'd been accepted into Hogwarts. Everyone joked that he would be a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw so he was given the Slytherin hoodie by his sister and a pair of Ravenclaw boxers by his brother. Everyone had been shocked but proud when he'd been sorted into Hufflepuff.

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"You really should get your homework done before anything else, but I do understand. I was slacking off just now, I'm supposed to be finishing something and decided to just read instead of studying."

He shrugged, and sighed regretfully. "I suppose so, but I'll get it done," Probably a hour before it was due, though he didn't add it. "Sooner or later." Later, obviously. Despite the fact he would rather do art then work on his homework, he had always done well in school. He didn't turn it into some sort of religon, but Luke got good grades, not the best, but certainly more then passable. He some how doubted that the boy was slacking off, judging by the textbook the first year had been reading, though he wasn;t bothered by it. People had there own priorities. And you should be doing yours. A slightly dissaproving voice sounded in his head, that of his 'uncles,' but Luke told it to shut up. He had time.

"I would like to try, if you don't mind, but I think I'd like to try it a different way if that is alright with you."

"Not a problem, I might have a paintbrush on hand, or what ever you prefer." He said, searching his pants pockets for any sign of a paintbrush. His other hand reached back for his wand, and he half pointed it at his painting. He flicked the tip of his wand, murmuring something under his breath as a just of wind dried it, then it smartly came off, revealing a blank sheet, and rolled itself up. Thus accomplished, he stuffed it gently into his pocket. Glancing at the boys paticular outfit, he hesitiated a moment before saying, "So..are you Hufflepuff? Or are you Slytherin?" He asked, still searching for a paintbrush.

[Cavan Mikal Weiss]

"I suppose so, but I'll get it done. Sooner or later."

Cavan found himself chuckling at Luke's response even though he had a small urge to scold the older boy for procrastinating. He was half temped to regale his tale of the Dark Lord Procrastination to Luke, but decided against it, he didn't want to be thought any more weird than he actually was.


"Not a problem, I might have a paintbrush on hand, or what ever you prefer."

He was glad to know that Luke didn't mind him trying the painting in his own way. He really didn't want to get his clothes overly dirty, he'd never hear the end of it from the house elves that served the Hufflepuff students if he got them too messy. He noticed Luke searching in his pants pockets for any sign of a paintbrush and made to say something. But then he was reaching with his other hand back for his wand, and he half pointed it at his painting. Cavan wondered if he was still going to be permitted to try when Luke flicked the tip of his wand, murmuring something under his breath as a just of wind dried it, then it smartly came off, revealing a blank sheet, and rolled itself up. Cavan didn't watch what was said, but he thought it must have been some sort of accio spell, he looked at the older boy confused as the canvas was gently into his pocket.

"So..are you Hufflepuff? Or are you Slytherin?"

Cavan was very tempted to be mean and get the boy worried as he caught the hesitation in his voice when the question was asked. Instead he just shrugged and smiling brightly said one word, "Both?" He was teasing of course and that was obvious, he'd almost let himself say, "How dare you think I'm a Hufflefluff! Isn't it obvious that I'm a Slytherin?! I should curse you right now for such disrespect. No but seriously, I'm a Hufflepuff." It might have been funny, but he'd found that while he could be that mean, and he was more often than not rather sneaky, he didn't often do things that hurt people on purpose unless it was really important.

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"Both?"

"Is that a question, or is it a answer?" He said, raising a eyebrow, a smile twitching the corners of his mouth. He had mimiced a phrase which his uncle favored, when ever he gave a questioning answer. He could sense the younger student was teasing him, but teased right back. He also thought the boy had been intending to say something else, but didn't mention it. "So.." He said after a moment, scratching the back of his turquoise mohawk. "Does that mean your a Huftheriff? Or are you a Slyffleprun?" He said, his voice dead serious, not a note of humor or the fact that he was joking around.

After a moment, he dug up a paintbrush, and held it out to the younger student, though he wouldn't be bothered if the Cavan had his own painting method. Besides, '¿Che è l'arte ma sperimentare?', or in English, 'what is art but experimenting?' Some quote he had found while studying Italian, another odd part of his personality. He positively adored other languages. The attraction not only came because his parents, despising anything new or different, were against any language but a proper English. It was because language was simply another form of Art, like Music was. Italian, French, and written Jappanese could sound and look like a splatter painting...but a whole lot neater.

Luke supposed the boys differing apparil might because of his family, maybe his parents were in different houses, or it could be one of his siblings, if he had any. Again being the Lord of Procrastination Jr, he decided to think about it later. Playing his role again, he also decided stop procastinating so much, and start getting his work done earily, so he wasn't rushing last minute...later.

[Cavan Mikal Weiss]

"Both? Is that a question, or is it a answer? So... Does that mean your a Huftheriff? Or are you a Slyffleprun?"

Cavan smiled politely, clasping his hands together in front of himself, "Both." He responded to the first to questions with one word, facing completely serious, "Slyffleprun actually." Was his second response, some how he managed to stay straight face, though his deep midnight blue eyes danced with laughter. Cavan took to pre-offered paintbrush, looking it over before nodding once to himself and handing it back to Luke.

"I have a better idea." He said simply, looking around them before his smile grew slightly larger and his eyes filled with mischief. "Accio." He said clearly, his want suddenly in his hand as he pointed a branch laying on the ground a few feet away. The branch was bare of leaves, as it was mid-winter and the thing was dead. The branch flew right at them, looking like it was going to skewer Cavan until at the last moment and flipped and he caught it easily with the that had moments ago been holding his wand, which was now no where to be seen again. "I think this will work."

"I'm actually a Hufflepuff... My sister gave me the hoodie as a joke because they all thought I was going to get sorted into either Slytherin or Ravenclaw.... I have a something with the Ravenclaw coat of arms as well, from my brother, but it's less obvious. I know I'm younger than you and all, but if you need help getting your homework done fast, do you can do your art and still not fail... I could help you, if you'd like." He smiled up at the older boy, grinning as tried to remember the spell he needed.

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"Slyffleprun actually."

"I should have known." He shook his head in mock sorrow, and pretended to smack his head. He glanced down at the kid, and let his face split into a calm, easy smile. He was liking the kid more and more. He had a good sense of humor, was funny, and didn't seem scared of the towering 6th years. He watched him look at the paintbrush, then when he handed it over, gave the Cavan a curious glance. "¿Che è l'arte ma sperimentare?'' He said in fluent Italian, and waited a second before translating it back to English. "What is art but experimenting? Or chemistry, if you prefer."

I know I'm younger than you and all, but if you need help getting your homework done fast, do you can do your art and still not fail... I could help you, if you'd like."

Luke gave a laugh, and looked down at the younger student with some hidden admiration. Cavan had guts, and the urge to ruffle his hair was stronger now. "Thanks for the offer, and I can see why you might belong in Ravenclaw." He laughed slightly. "But I actually have a talent to my homework extremely fast. The problem being that I happen to do my homework a hour before its do. I have certain priorities." He said, making his voice huffy, "Though most of them happen not to be of school." And he grinned ruefully.

[Cavan Mikal Weiss]

"I should have known. ¿Che è l'arte ma sperimentare? What is art but experimenting? Or chemistry, if you prefer."

He returned the smile easily, "That is a very nice saying. You use it a lot." It was not a question but a statement, he was able to pick up how common the saying was to Luke just by the way he produced it. "I think I agree, but have something to add. What is life but art?"

"Thanks for the offer, and I can see why you might belong in Ravenclaw. But I actually have a talent to my homework extremely fast. The problem being that I happen to do my homework a hour before its do. I have certain priorities. Though most of them happen not to be of school."

Cavan held the branch, looking it over before he pulled his wand from a pocket on the right side of his pants, a pocket that looked made for the wand. He pointed his wand at the branch and with a deep breath, spoke in a whisper, "Episkey alnus stipes!" He was hoping that the healing spell plus the branch's name would bring the leaves back so he could use them for his purpose.

(Sorry it's short, the reason will be in OOC)

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Luke gave a light laugh, and nodded. "Very good, I like that." He paused a moment, mouth moving wordlessly for a few seconds while he translated it into Italian. "¿Che è la vita ma l'arte?" Italian was one of his favorite languages, though Greek was also quite interest..though it was a dead language. The boy was clever, seeing as how he had picked up on Lukes use of the phrase, ¿Che è l'arte ma sperimentare? The tips of his turquoise half mohawk had turned darker in color, a midnight view, almost that to match Cavans eyes, a subconscious sign of aprovil. Realizing what it had been doing, Luke frowned slightly and it returned to normal/

He watched the younger student take out his wand, and then point it off of the branch he had taken from the broad birch tree. "Episkey alnus stipes!" He heard the boy whisper, and watched attentively. His neon yellow contacts were bright with interest. He had a feeling that Cavan wouldn't be out of place in Ravenclaw, the joining of the healing spell and the name of the branch seemed a good way to assure the spell would work. Wondering what whould happen next, Luke leaned against another tree, one hand twirling his own paint brushed shaped wand between his finger tips.