"Smartarse. Most of it does go on the canvas. Then sometimes my best friend shows up and accidents happen," he said. He scrubbed at his nose again, hoping most of the paint was gone now.
He waved away Seamus' disappointment. He knew his habits were terrible, but it ended up happening sometimes no matter hard he tried. "I know, I know. I fail whatever wizards want to call responsible adult exams, but I could do with a break. Although people coming in to feed and exercise me kind of makes me feel like a naughty pet of some sort," he said.
It took him less than the predicted five minutes, even though he was still humming on and off and giving a little wiggle along to the music a couple of times. He finished by grabbing a stray damp rag and rubbing at his nose. "Has it all gone?" he asked.