t was a chilly Sunday afternoon and Ada had spent the entire day beside the fireplace in the Slytherin common room working on her paintings. Edie had sent her some new paints that she was experimenting with. The outcome looked lovely, but for some reason, she was having difficulty really bringing her art to life. Sure, the white cat's head would lift and yawn every once in a while, but Ada seemed to have difficulty in encouraging the subject of her painting to really move their body. Had she done something wrong? This never had happened before, except for when she was very very little and her magic was not yet fully under her control. Was this a sign that her magic was slipping? Ada had mastered the art of not showing her emotions, so it did not show on her face, but she was internally panicked and worrying.
Ada's gaze was focused squarely on her painting, and she began to walk backwards, hoping the distance would reveal something. Instead, she stepped onto someone's foot and then fell back onto them. The blonde whipped around, fully aware that the incident was her fault, but still shouting, "Watch where you're going, you blast-ended skrewt!"
Someone collided with her as her nose was buried in a book from the library. It tumbled from her hands and Micah, who had been in mid-step, tumbled to the floor. "You're in the walkway!" She shot back as she pushed herself to her feet, ignoring the book with its spine extended under one of the tables behind her. @ada. A cold as fog, distant snake who never sat right with Micah in the first place. She was pretty to Micah's mousy hair, sharp features to Micah's plain, and it unsettled her. She looked past the girl to a canvas that was set up on an easel. "Why don't you just go back to your paints and we can let this slide? She didn't feel like engaging her even though instinct in her was itching to deride her scathing words.