"Lazy ass," Emilie rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow suspiciously at him before turning back to the wall. She shook her wand once, and a thin brush tip appeared at the end.

Either he was checking out her ass, or this was a set-up--but Emilie prided herself in her artwork, and her painting skill. It was too late to back down now. This wasn't anything too difficult, and she couldn't give a flying fuck if anyone caught her.

So she dipped the thin brush in the red, sweeping it across the wall in long, thin strokes. It'd make the edges more ruddy, she thought to herself.

Not that it really mattered to anyone else but her.