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The WADA student art show had just started. Mavis had invited some people, but one of her friends couldn't come, due to her being a muggle. Xantha also had a show the nights that the museum was open. All art exhibited was created by an art student at the school, some were enchanted, while others weren't. Three of the girls paintings made it into the show. The first was an enchanted painting of a Kneazle and a fruit bowl, the second was of a dancer stretching, and the last was of a fellow part-veela who she had met one night when her friends took her to some club. This part-veela, had been invited and was aware of the paintings exhibited that night, one including her, sans clothing. As an artist, and it being opening night, she was required to be there. The girl had borrowed a nice black dress and chunky heals from some friends, and nervously watched as those who had arrived observed her various paintings.

Some of the goers were students, required to be there, or there for extra credit. There were also many friends and family of the other's who had art chosen for the show. As she wondered between her three paintings, that were scattered around, she twirled her hair, her sign of being nervous. Occasionally she looked at the others there, almost preying for a familiar face.

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Isabel liked to believe that she was an artist, or at least someone that understood art. She enjoyed drawing, painting, and the occasional oil painting. For years, she had shown that she had a talent in it all, enough that Jimmie Blishwick had gotten her to draw for the school paper. Instead of moving pictures taken from a camera, it was her moving paintings...or even normal ones. It made her chest swell with pride. It was enough, though, that Isabel had made a few friends within the artistic community at Hogwarts and a few that had introduced her to some WADA students. Though they were primarily first-year students of WADA, it was enough that one of them invited her to attend the Art Event. And what perfect way to end Christmas Holiday, than to go to an art exabit.

It was opening night, and Isabel was set to meet some of her friends at the event. Dressing in a black dress, with white and pink flowers and a pair of heels, she applied her make-up and waved her hair. Looking at herself in the mirror, she applied the nude-pink gloss and popped her lips at her reflection. She flashed a smile, watching as her lips curled up to reveal her teeth. And with that, she left, leaving behind her home, and headed for the location. It wasn't much of a trek there, seeing as it was in London, and she arrived without much of a hassle.

The young Gryffindor texted her friends, learning that a few were there and some weren't and that she should head inside. And thus, the young girl did. Stepping into the room, she was taken aback by some of the paintings that she saw and the size of the guest list. She started to move throughout the gallery, looking around, searching for one or more of her friends. She preferred not to be alone in this crowd.

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Colors floated in Mavis' vision, there were a number of people there, all feeling different things. Their auras swirled together, so much that it was difficult to tell where the colors originated. With the site, the girl felt the start of a head ache. But she masked her pain with a polite smile as she approached a tasteful nude of a beautiful dark haired and exotic skinned woman. The painting was motionless, but many people stopped to view it. the skin tones matched with the color of blue fire. It had turned out well, and she focused her vision on the painting of hers, noting little things that she was sure a casual viewer would not even notice. Or rather, mistakes or things she hated, and prayed that no one would notice.

As she did this, her body impacted with another. She gasped, looking "excusez-moi" She apologized in her native French. "I am so sorry" Switching to English, with a thick accent from her native language.

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Let 'em sell what they are sellin', there are no buyers here So gather all the rebels now, we'll rebel-rouse and sing aloud We don't care

The young brunette should have been paying more attention to where she was going. One would assume that a Quidditch player was used to doing multiple tasks, especially a Keeper like she was. But here she was, eyes wandering, head bobbing over taller people, and bumped straight into someone else. Of course, it could have been the other girl's fault just as much as her own, but in favor of not getting kicked out of this establishment, she bit her tongue from lashing out. Instead, her attention snapped towards the female, taking in her blonde hair, fair features, and alluring charm. Isabel had to admit; the woman was beautiful.

Another language slipped from her tongue, it sounded French, but she didn't question it. Instead, she shook her head, "No need to apologize, I wasn't looking where I was going either," she said. Isabel had never really been one to apologize for these types of things, but she wasn't at Hogwarts. Nor was she the type to not force someone to apologize to her or make them feel as if they should. She was in a place that maybe, just maybe, she could go to one day. However, she did not want to cause a scene and have some adult working for WADA remember her and deny her the chance at showing her art like this one day. "Any of these yours? Or are you just browsing?" she questioned, wanting to change the topic before she exploded.

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Mavis felt a bit flustered. She had been nervous all day, and bumping into someone only helped prove to her that she hadn't been as aware of her surroundings as she had thought. The girl looked young. For the part-veela, speaking English and French came naturally, especially as of late. She knew that Levi, the guitarist that she had been seeing, loved it, and she loved to see him happy.

The young woman apologized as well for the encounters, and Mavis smiled at her. The girl asked if any of the art works were Mavis'. The girl nodded. "Oui, I mean yes. Three of the paintings are mine." She answered. She gestured a little bit away "There is one of mine"

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Let 'em sell what they are sellin', there are no buyers here So gather all the rebels now, we'll rebel-rouse and sing aloud We don't care

When Isabel had decided to come to the art show, she didn't think she would talk to anyone. She thought she would browse around, mingle with the friends that she came with. And yet, here she was, speaking to someone else that was in attendance. And not just anyone, one of the people that had their art featured. Isabel was in awe, to say the least; this was something that she wanted, to stand in this girl's shoe. She had always been an artist for as long as she could remember, and getting her art featured anywhere was a goal.

The woman, who was French by her accent, was quick to say that three of the paintings were her own, even gesturing to one of them. Isabel's attention took in the female, one that lacked clothing and looked just as beautiful and graceful as anyone would imagine a woman to look. She glanced over it as if looking for any imperfections, but there weren't any. "This one is beautiful...is this of a real person?" she questioned, glancing towards the female.

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