I don't own anything, except Ivy

Mutant Imagination

Art

Art was next on Ivy's list of classes and she was pleased to see that Robert Billings wasn't going to be in her class this time, as she met him in the hall and said a very grudging "thank you" for bringing her back to class or something. She was very excited to see that in this class, there were very few people that she knew, compared to the last class. Only Sabe, Wyatt, Scott, Pietro, Kasumi, and Paul were in her class.

She was also very happy to see her teacher. The teacher, Miss Layne Cartwright, a beautiful woman who insisted on being called Layne by her students. She had long cerulean hair that tinted purple in the sunlight and big green eyes and a smile that made everyone feel at ease. She spoke with a slight German accent and explained that she had lived there for most of her life with her parents who were art critics.

"I have already randomly chosen art partners for each of you." She smiled as the class almost groaned. Several couples were looking at each other with sad eyes. Ivy was even more happy now that Robert Billings wasn't in this class. If he was, it would have been sure that she would have gotten paired up with her. "So please find the table with your name on it and get to work deciding what you want for your first project. There are packets on each table that explain what you might be able to do and several art books over on the bookcase, so feel free to look through them for as long as you want. Get to it!" She said when the class didn't move.

Ivy looked at several tables before reaching the one with her name on it. She was surprised to see that her partner was going to be Pietro from the Brotherhood. Horrified might have been the word, rather than surprised, considering that she felt very lightheaded for several minutes after Pietro found he was her partner.

"At-least-you-got-a-hot-partner-like-me-and-not-someone-like-Scott-" He was saying with very little pause between words when Ivy awoke from her daze. She couldn't understand what he was saying, but it sounded rather egotistical to her.

"Look, bub," She said in her best Wolverine imitation, snarl and everything, "I just want to pass this class. If I can't depend on you to do any of the work, I will dump you. And stop talking too fast for me to understand. Do you understand me?" He nodded, looking surprised that she could sound so much like a wild animal. Wolverine and Sabertooth were one thing, but a girl was another.

"All right, then." She said, her voice reverting to normal, "What do you want to do?"

"Iwasjustsaying-" He began, but Ivy glared at him warningly, so he began again, at normal speed, "I was just saying that you should do a portrait of me. After all, when's the next time that you're going to get such a hot model?"

To his surprise, Ivy agreed after a moment of thought. And they began their project of finding the right materials, which was what they were still doing when the bell rang for class to be out.

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