5. Tap paintings when you think no one else is around

It was just staring at Libby.

She couldn't help but think it was odd, the way the figures in the painting just stood there, motionless, captured in freeze-frame. The only paintings she had ever known, the ones that used to adorn the walls of her old house, were alive. With wisdom, mischief and often times a corny joke but always, always with gossip.

This one before her, the king of some important time period or another, possibly the Industrial Revolution which wizards didn't really care about, but the eyes still held something that Libby was familiar with. They screamed to conquer and instill respect, which was a little creepy coming from an inanimate paint.

Libby had caught sight of it on the way to history class and slowed as she came closer, until most students had already made it to their next classes and she, Libby, was one of the only people in the halls. Carefully, she inched closer...

and closer...

Now she was right in front of it and feeling apprehensive, what if her just touching it made it move?

The thought may have been silly but in the moment that didn't come to Libby's mind, or even the fact that she, as a Squib, would never even be able to do something like that.

Now that she was closer she could more easily make out the smears of paint making it look less like a realistic person but Libby didn't care because it was still a painting and any moment it could all of a sudden just speak to her.

And what if it did, right in the middle of a Muggle school hallway?

"I-if I can, say, make you move, please don't say anything or else we'll both be in huge trouble... well, you less so but the Muggles might try and contain you someplace where no other paintings are so if I were you I would keep quiet and-"

Libby poked the painting.

The king stayed in his regal pose.

Sighing, Libby was both relieved and disappointed.

"Uh, Libby?" Someone said, and from the sound alone Libby tensed, as they were in closer proximity than she was comfortable with. Whipping around she found that the voice belonged to one of the girls that had spoken to her in the first class of the day, one of the ones she thought she could be friends with. Well, Libby thought, she could kiss that possibility goodbye.

"Er... yes?"

"What're you doing?"

"Well I was just looking at this painting you see-"

She looks a bit puzzled but shakes her head and interrupts. "Nevermind, you're late to class and I volunteered to come get you, we all figured you got lost,"

"Oh, well, I-I was! Then I got distracted..."

The girl grabbed Libby's wrist and pulled her along to history class, the whole time Libby looks back to see if, perhaps, the king had been pretending he couldn't move the whole time and was just waiting for her to leave.

"Did you use the word Muggle again while talking to the painting?"

Well, she saw the whole thing then.

"No,"

A/N:

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