Malachi looked back at her, meeting her eyes once again. He chuckled at her description of the painting. "I wonder why they chose someone so unreliable. Sounds like the school itself didn't mind messing with the students now and then," he said, amused. "It just seems.... useless sometimes to try to make everything magical, everything moving. I may not be a well-known artist one day, but at least I won't be labeled simply a wizard artist. There's a lot more to me - to life - than just magic." Slowly, almost reluctantly, he stood up, holding out his hand for her to do the same.