Are sharpie mustaches a good idea on magical portraits? (Victoria Newbury)

With her back against one of the walls, Gillian sat on the floor analyzing the way the magical portraits moved. Her bag was at her side and inside, there were a couple of sharpie markers that she had brought from home. She had no problem with quills and parchment, but if she was to be honest, Sharpies were still her favourite thing to write with, specially since she could write on almost anything with them.

Watching how the people inside the portraits came and went outside of them, she wondered how would they look if she painted some mustaches on them, or if maybe something else would be better, like a frame inside the actual frame... would they feel constricted? or would they be able to erase it from inside.

As she wondered about this, Gillian took out one of her sharpies, and started twirling it in her hand, imagining how her art would look, and hoping no one would come around to get her in trouble.

There were painful things, and stopping a movement in the middle. Gillian was about to get up and start painting on one of the portraits when a girl came in and said something about trouble to her. When she turned around to see who it was, Gillian internally groaned; it was the girl that was always early to classes, that answered all the questions, that always looked out for a runway show, in other words, her worst nightmare. She could tell just from what she'd seen at class that the girl standing in front of her was the typical goody two shoes, and Gillian couldn't stand that much perfection.

Grunting both because of the burning in her muscles and the fact that it was that specific girl the one who had interrupted her, Gillian stood up and put the sharpie inside one of her cloak pockets, and leaned on the wall between two portraits like nothing had happened. "Don't do what? exactly?" she asked pretending to be confused about what the girl was implying. "and just so you know, getting in trouble implies two things: that you're doing something cool, and that you actually get caught doing it, and none of those are happening here, so I don't really know what you're talking about" said the girl while crossing her arms.

The girl really annoyed Gillian, it wasn't that she was doing something specific to annoy her, just that everything about her irked her. Why couldn't she speak like a normal person? what was it with the whole being nice? if she was going to berate her for doing something, she should at least do it right. Raising a brow and smirking she said to the girl "What makes you think I was going to draw on the paintings?", running a finger on one of the frames next to her, she snorted and muttered under her breath "at least one of us has".

Following the line of thinking of the girl in the room, she widened her smile and tilted her head; there were few things that Gillian loved more than a good discussion, as as much as the girl irked her, Gillian knew her to be quite smart, and maybe she could have a good debate with her, and maybe convince her to help with the whole painting.

"Let's say, for hypothetical reasons, that I was about to draw on one of the paintings" she said raising one finger to put emphasis on the "hypothetical" part, "if, as you so 'kindly' put, they can be restored, what would be the problem in drawing on them?" she asked walking to another painting and trying to figure out how it would look with some sharpie additions. "have you asked them if they like their frames? or the background?"

Honesty was something that Gillian appreciated very much, and even though the girl in front of her irked her way much than she would like, she gave the other girl a couple of point in her favour for being honest. "if you weren't sure, then why interrupt? maybe it was art on the making, or maybe I have something really important to do with my sharpie and now you've taken away all the inspiration" She said, more for the sake of the discussion than anything else.

When the other girl offered to be her friend, the only thing that Gillian could think of was "I don't want your pity", so she frowned and raised an eyebrow disdainfully "you really think friendship is as easy as deciding "oh I will be your friend" and everything is all right?" She said, with her anger bubbling up. Gillian didn't understand exactly why, but everything the girl in front of her said or did only angered her more.

It was like she was from another planet, or at least another country that spoke a different language, for Gillian couldn't really understand what the annoying girl was talking about, a couple of words here and there sounded familiar but that was all, she had absolutely no idea what the girl in front of her was talking about. Also, she should find out what the girl's name was, cause calling her 'the girl' wasn't convenient enough. Maybe she could find a nickname for her, that could show just how annoying she was with all her perfection.

When she stopped rambling in her head and trying to find a nickname for the girl in front of her, the nightshade caught something about a seven year making her wear something that she didn't want to. "There's a flaw in your argument, and it's the fact that we actually wear uniforms, and is not like I'm fond of it, so you don't really need a seventh year to do that, seeing how the school rules see to it. Also that would be called harassment and is between to living beings, paintings, if you didn't know, are not living beings" she said crossing her arms and looking at the girl in front of her with a challenge in her stare

The thing that irked Gillian the most about this stupid conversation with Little Miss sunshine was the fact that in a regular situation with anyone else, was that she would argue the same thing to any other person, but her silly pride wasn't going to just let this go.

"What if I tell you the paintings aren't going to suffer any damage? and that is the frames? or the wall around them?would you still be so bent on stopping me?" she asked, and then she smirked and answered herself "you probably would". Gillian was sure that the girl in front of them would never do anything slightly bad on her own.

She couldn't believe the wormwood, it was like she lived in a world of pink and sunshine. Gillian would very much like to have a friend, but the girl in front of her was definitely not going to be the one, there were many things that she didn't like about the older girl. "Friendship is a two way thing, otherwise you're just a stalker and a nuisance" she said crossing her arms.

The Nighshade wasn't going to argue about respect, all of those ethical discussions were only good with people who could understand all points of view, not with perfect little beings that saw nothing wrong with the world. So she decided to ask the question that nagged her about the last comment "how on earth do you know my name? do you go around memorizing everyone's name or something? cause you need to have better hobbies". Gillian had tried to go as unnoticed as she could and she didn't like the fact that it didn't really worked, it didn't help the fact that she didn't know the other girl's name.

Raising an eyebrow at the ridiculous suggestion of using something as unoriginal and mundane as paper, Gillian turned her back to the girl, so she could hide her smirk, and mumbled under her breath "probably because they're too polite to tell the truth".

Turning back again to the girl, she huffed at her bubbly-ness, it was one of the things that really got to her about the girl in front of her, all girly and perfect, and beautiful, never losing her temper, and answering all of the teachers questions. Gillian frowned as she tilted her head, analyzing the girl in front of her, thinking that maybe if she wasn't so perfect, they could actually sort of get along, for she was indeed intelligent.

With her comment about knowing everyone's names, Gillian once again had to look at her with disbelief, "you honestly think that because you know everyone's name, people won't feel alienated or alone? that's giving yourself way more importance than what you deserve, even if you know all of them, and have talked to them, you're not their friend, and it doesn't make people feel good about being alone" she said starting to rile up, it was getting too close to home for Gillian; who cared if the girl knew her name? she didn't even make the effort to sit next to her or talk to her before classes or during breaks.

Trying to hold back her bad mood, and the subsequent tears that would come every time she was mad, Gillian smiled and bowed sarcastically at the girl in front of her "well, Miss sunshine, it was definitely not a pleasure", with that she turned around and left the room, wondering what was it about the girl that just made everything inside her boil with anger, seeing how she wasn't really a bad person, and in other circumstances, they might get along.