Art
Koschei groaned and threw his brush down angrily. He hated art class. Especially because the students were required to paint exact copies of ancient Rassioln era pieces.
And he couldn't even draw stick figures.
He turned away from the canvas, and looked at Theta. He watched as his friend painted the imagery of Rassilon descending from the stairs of the Padorica, showers of gold surrounding him, and thousands of people awaiting him.
Why did Theta have to make it look so easy?
The bright blue eyes turned to Koschei, and then to his canvas.
"Um… Kos? You do know we're supposed to be painting people right?"
Koschei gave him a cold look.
Theta smiled and continued to examine the painting. As he looked at it, his smile fell.
"Is it that bad?" Koschei asked.
Theta bit his lip. "I've seen… well I've…" He turned to Koschei. "Yeah. It's that bad."
Sighing, Koschei folded his arms. "Well, guess whose gonna fail this term and get beaten by his dad for not being good enough."
He said it jokingly, but Theta knew about the scars that were hidden under the Prydonian robe.
"I'll be right back," Koschei said. "I want to get some water." And he left the room.
Looking back at his painting, Theta sighed.
When Koschei came back, he found that Theta had switched the two paintings. Before he could object, the Examiner came along, and gave him a passing grade. Theta got an F.
After the Examiner had moved on, Koschei stared at Theta, shocked. The young blonde smiply smiled his huge, white smile.