Magnus didn't even know what to do anymore. Almost all of the classes turned into a massacre, and today he really just wanted a relaxed day, without dying (Oh, and he also made a bet with Mallory that he could stay alive for an entire day, while still doing an activity). Halfborn had asked him if he wanted to take the painting class with him, and Magnus had decided that he might has well. He could think of at least ten ways to die during a painting class, but the other classes sounded just as deadly, so it didn't matter (I mean, Sword-training, Cannon-shooting and the book club are, like, six times more deadly than painting class, am I right?).

They arrived one minute early, and the teacher wasn't there yet. They picked out an easel. Magnus was happy that the paint was already there. For some reason, he had the extremely disturbing and terrible sight of having to make it from the enemies blood.

After about three minutes, Mrs. García came into the room. Magnus swallowed a lump in his throat, while he got a disturbing image of the Duolingo owl teaching them how to paint. Mrs garcía had a smile on her face, and said: 'Well, class, today someone from Freya's region will come here to teach you how to paint! And don't worry, it isn't Duo!' magnus heard multiple people let out a sigh. He heard a polite knock on the door. 'Come in!' Mrs. García said. Magnus turned to the door - he felt afraid. Yet, all those fearful feelings immediately disappeared when he realised that the person who had stepped into the room was none other than Bob Ross.

A few people gasped. One girl squeeked. Magnus felt a wave of relief coming over him. Bob Ross never seemed like the person to get super violent when the colours weren't mixed correctly, like a certain other art teacher Magnus rather wouldn't think about. In fact, Bob would probably find it funny. The teacher took the place of Mrs. García, who walked away, and stared at the classroom.

'Do I get my own easel, or not?' He asked. Some girl gestured at the easel next to her. He smiled at her, and took his place next to her. 'So, start by painting what you want!' He announced. Magnus stared at his empty canvas. He decided he would make an illustration for a book he just read (The first part of the Hunger Games. He had no idea why he didn't read it earlier). He grabbed the red and orange paint, picked up a brush and started working on it.

It was so relaxed, Magnus felt like he was back on earth, in a regular painting class, without his sword hanging around his neck. He could just paint his scene of devastation without being stabbed in the back. Every now and then, Bob would give someone advice, and nobody even got angry. That really never happened; usually, when anybody dared to get close to the work of an einherjar they would get mad.

Yet, peacetime will be broken one way or another. When one girl from the 6th floor tried to tell the guy next to her that his painting might be better if he did something differently, he grabbed her canvas and smacked her over the head with it. She fell to the floor, dizzy and confused. The students wanted to continue with their work, but Bob screamed and ran over to the girl. 'Why did you do that?' He asked the guy, almost crying.

The guy didn't know what to say. 'Um, she gave me advice and I didn't want her to do that.' Magnus looked at the guy. You could see in his face that he knew that that wasn't a valid excuse. Bob Ross didn't even look angry, just disappointed. That was worse, because nobody wants to see such a kind person almost in tears. The guy blushed, dropped his paintbrush and walked to the window. 'I'll throw myself out.' He jumped out, ready to respawn just in time for dinner.

Bob told Halfborn to bring the girl to the hospital. Halfborn didn't want to tell him that they didn't have that in hotel Valhalla, because you just died and reappeared. He brought the girl away, deciding that asking the hotel manager what to do was probably his best bet. Meanwhile, painting class continued.

Magnus painting was almost done. It was a scene of true destruction (what did you expect with something like the Hunger Games?), but it looked good. Then, as if the Norns had been waiting to ruin something, Magnus accidently dropped a speck of red paint on a green part. It messed up the piece completely. He stared at it, and just... felt like crying. He broke his paintbrush in half and growled.

Bob Ross appeared behind him. 'It looks so good!' He said. Magnus shrugged.

'I ruïned it.' He pointed at the red paint that had started to drip down, ruining even more of the painting. Bob laughed. 'That's a happy little accident. Come, you just need to make it better.' Bob got some paint, and swiftly made the red paint look like a mockingjay. Magnus gasped. 'It looks wonderful,' he said. Bob nodded.

'You should always see the pretty things in something, boy.' He smiled again, and walked away.

After the painting class, Magnus felt so peaceful inside. He even couldn't be bothered by the people screaming at each other in the elevator. He stepped out, onto his floor, and was immediately tackled by Mallory. 'Beantown! You're not dead! What witchcraft did you use?' Magnus stared at her.

'Bob Ross, Mallory. Now take your happy little anger somewhere else, okay?' Mallory's mouth hung open, while she angrily got a huge bar of chocolate out of her pocket. 'Guess you win the bet. But sleep with one eye open, Beantown!'