I'm itching to capture those gorgeous blue eyes of yours on canvas. Who: Conall and Susan What: Conall makes use of Susan's spare room. Where: Susan's flat in London. When: Sunday, 26th of October. Status: Finished; Complete.
For comfort while he was painting, Conall usually chose Muggle clothes over Wizard robes. The extra fabric in robes always got in his way, and he often just needed free movement. So it was that he stood in Susan's spare room, dressed in Muggle jean trousers and a long sleeve shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.
He'd been painting for well over an hour now, so of course both the shirt and trousers were covered in flecks of paint. But at least the painting he'd been working on for a couple days was finally done. With a sigh, he set his brush down on the front edge of the wooden easel and then stepped back to survey the painting. It was small, about two feet high by two and a half feet wide, and portrayed a Scottish landscape of blue sky, green mountains, and a small river that ran past them.
Conall raised his arm and wiped his hand across his brow, clearing of the few drops of sweat that had accumulated while he was worked. In the process, he managed to smear a streak of paint across his forehead, though he barely noticed. He gave the painting a long look; it had come out well, he thought. Of course, it wouldn't hurt to have a second opinion. He turned towards the doorway, a lock of brown hair falling over his paint-smeared forehead as he called out, "Suse! Could ye come here fer a moment?"