A/N: Faster? Okay, I can upload faster. How about one, or two a day?
Millicent stood with her head tilted, examining the mural. She reached out a hand to feel the wall, and then the paint on it. She placed a finger on her lips, which were frowning.
"Find something wrong with the wall, Miss Ri?"
"The paint should have been acrylic, and washed more often. The dust is eating away at the picture, and it fades faster-" Millicent stopped, and looked at Dumbledore. "Oh!"
"A little bird told me you like to paint. I was wondering if, for a summer project, you would like to touch up our school murals? They have faded, and most likely for the same reasons you suggested. You will recieve extra credit in your classes for it, of course."
"I would be honored to," Millicent said. Dumbledore was privately pleased to see Millicent's face light up.
"Filch has told me he has paints in his supply closet. He has been demanding that I get rid of them, and I can see no better way to use them than on these murals. Is there anything else you would be needing?"
"Artist tape. . . Well, I can use masking tape. . . It will just take longer. Does he have paintbrushes?"
"Perhaps you should go and see for yourself," Dumbledore said.
"I will," Millicent said. She looked at the mural a bit longer, then turned to leave. Dumbledore smiled, watching her hurry off to find Filch.
"Albus, you know we don't have to paint these murals by hand," McGonagall scolded.
"Always occupy the children with work that shall employ their creative thinking, Minerva. And, of course, work they will enjoy. Perhaps some painting will help to cheer Millicent, and take her mind off of her circumstances."
"That sounds like a miracle you're planning."
"Perhaps not so much a miracle as a favor."
Millicent stood with her head tilted, examining the mural. She reached out a hand to feel the wall, and then the paint on it. She placed a finger on her lips, which were frowning.
"Find something wrong with the wall, Miss Ri?"
"The paint should have been acrylic, and washed more often. The dust is eating away at the picture, and it fades faster-" Millicent stopped, and looked at Dumbledore. "Oh!"
"A little bird told me you like to paint. I was wondering if, for a summer project, you would like to touch up our school murals? They have faded, and most likely for the same reasons you suggested. You will recieve extra credit in your classes for it, of course."
"I would be honored to," Millicent said. Dumbledore was privately pleased to see Millicent's face light up.
"Filch has told me he has paints in his supply closet. He has been demanding that I get rid of them, and I can see no better way to use them than on these murals. Is there anything else you would be needing?"
"Artist tape. . . Well, I can use masking tape. . . It will just take longer. Does he have paintbrushes?"
"Perhaps you should go and see for yourself," Dumbledore said.
"I will," Millicent said. She looked at the mural a bit longer, then turned to leave. Dumbledore smiled, watching her hurry off to find Filch.
"Albus, you know we don't have to paint these murals by hand," McGonagall scolded.
"Always occupy the children with work that shall employ their creative thinking, Minerva. And, of course, work they will enjoy. Perhaps some painting will help to cheer Millicent, and take her mind off of her circumstances."
"That sounds like a miracle you're planning."
"Perhaps not so much a miracle as a favor."