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Averill let himself be melted there for a little while longer.
Those kind of thoughts were not helpful, and it was probably a culture and personality thing, rather than Muna actually not caring about things.

When he heard about the house organizing a trip he raised an eyebrow.
He also wearily raised his head from the textbook- A change of topic was perfectly fine with him.
"Uh, I hadn't heard about it, actually." He stated bluntly, surprised. Not that he'd been talking to many of his housemates lately, but he would have thought it would come up in conversation. Even if not directly to him, maybe just in conversation nearby. Maybe I'm still in the doghouse for not attending the scavenger hunt? Or maybe I've just been too busy to notice... He frowned a little, looking back down at his textbook and taking some notes.

"When is it, do you know? And to where?" His words seemed to indicate he was interested, but body language did not.

Averill nodded, closed his notepad, and dropped his stationary back into his bag. He was pretty much all packed up, apart from one book.
For all that Muna knew, he'd been studying for ages anyway.
"I'll go check it out." He hitched his bag over his shoulder and pushed his charms textbook towards the whitehaired boy.

"Good luck catching up with charms and learning channelling at the same time, man." He meant it sincerely, and felt pretty sorry for his classmate. Textbooks were what he found helpful, so hopefully Muna would be able to read some and understand lumos a little better, too.

He gave a salute of goodbye and headed out the door.

Averills footsteps suddenly seemed overly loud, and his head began to ring.
"Uuuuugh.... That muffling spell removal..." He groaned, wincing.

Averill shuffled into the room, looked around for the largest free table, and sat himself down. It didn't seem so odd, the muffling spell- when he was alone, anyway.
I'm totally a genius! In here, Scarlett won't be so affronted by Peles loud voice, because it will be impossible to make too much disturbing noise! He congratulated himself, opening the bag and taking out a pad of paper and paints. Unless its possible to break the muffling charm-- A little echo in the back of his mind commented, and he shooed it away. Psh, I'm sure its a strong spell and it can't be broken by sheer noise anyway, just magic.
He pursed his lips, the thoughts continuing on despite his attempt to dismiss them, ...And Pele probably doesn't know that kind of magic, even though she's destructive... His resolution began to waver the more he thought about it.
"Nah, its not possible." He mumbled to himself, and went back to his preparing to realize he hadn't bought any paintbrushes. "Oh. s**t. Oh well. Maybe Scarlett has some... or maybe we can use like, our hands or something."

Averill grinned and waved when Scarlett walked in, despite the girls lack of reciprocal smile. She did wave though! Maybe she's just very serious. Averill mused to himself. It had been offputting at first, but there were a bunch of uncles and aunts he had whose beards were so bushy he could never tell if they were smiling either, so he wagered facial expressions didn't need to be such a big deal.

Pele hadn't turned up yet, but time was flexible. Plus it was perhaps less of a hazard to not have her around at first... But it sure would help to break the ice... He thought to himself, shifting in his seat as Scarlett put her supplies on the table.

"Oh! You've brought paintbrushes! I'm so glad!" He exclaimed, quietly.
"I didn't think to buy any- do you think we could borrow some?" He asked for the currently absent Pele as well.
"I mean, we could use our fingers, but that would get kinda messy and I don't think the mend spell actually cleans things and theres no tap in here so--" He coughed "So, it probably wouldn't be the best idea."

Averills face broke into a sincere smile when Pele entered the room, and after he saw the door slam and only heard a muffle, he internally felt validated in choosing the one room in the school where the noise wouldn't matter.
"Hi PELE!" He shouted in reply, but it only carried across the room as if at normal speaking volume.

He leaned in when Pele pointed out the books.
"Oh! Figure books?" He sat back and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank Rangi'! I thought it was some kind of strange porn, naked people with very little features or something, and I was trying to ignore it in case Scarlett was embarrassed!" He shook his head at himself, awkward blush turning his cheeks red-brown. Oh... maybe I shouldn't have said that out loud He inwardly wondered why he vocalized his dumb thoughts.
"Er, so, what do you do with a figure-book?"

Averill watched the paintbrush roll towards him and put it neatly beside his piece of paper. He didn't inspect it or anything- I mean, what would he be inspecting it for? He didn't know what made a good or bad paintbrush.

His green eyes peered at the book while Scarlett flipped through it. Of course these kind of things were in libraries, but in his life Averill never went to the arts section. Cooking, sometimes, which was nearby. Even flower arranging or botany books were nearby, but he'd never gone into the drawing and art areas.

The picture of the trashcan, and the motion towards the paints he'd brought made Averill raise an eyebrow.
"Oh, no, they're still full! We don't have to throw them out yet!" He assured her, then tilted his head "Or, er, you probably didn't mean that. Um...you want me to try painting a trashcan first?" He bit his lip "Or you want us to actually paint the trashcan? Cos like, I suppose it is a pretty boring grey, and this room could use some colourful additions but, I'm not sure if we're allowed to do that!" He was stumped.
Artists are weird people

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Scarlett internally groaned. Averill was a bit thick, wasn't he? She didn't want to paint the trashcan, the trashcan was very boring and uninteresting. She was just on the verge of opening her mouth when Pele managed to clarify. Scarlett immediately resolved to talk through Pele from that moment forward, because Averill simply seemed to have a habit of overcomplicating things. She nodded at Pele and took out a few of her own paints.

She hadn't brought a lot, only the primary colors, some black, and some white. Scarlett glanced around for a few things to bring together for a simple still life. She eventually settled on leaning a sharp quill pen on a couple unlit candles, but it needed something underneath to complete it... Scarlett looked around, then picked up her sketchbook, made a doodle, and held it out to Pele: a little chibi of her head, with an arrow pointing to her hair clip.

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Averill puffed out his cheeks in mock-anger. Sortof.
Actually it was kinda mean that Scarlett would want to trash all of his paints.
They weren't free!
"Well....just because they're not the best doesn't mean I'm going to throw them out..." He mumbled defensively, and pushed them off the edge of the table, back into his backpack.

"Why is she building that?" Averill asked, watching Scarlett put a random bunch of things together.
Pele seemed to understand what was going on, at least.
Maybe this is some kind of weird art ritual? But rituals normally have lit candles.. He mused to himself.
So she's offered up her pen, and taken Peles hairclip..
"Oh, should I put something in the middle too?" He smiled, digging in his pockets for something colourful. The ritual scene so far seemed very dull, and he wanted to brighten it up a bit.
Withdrawing his hand from his pocket, he peered at the contents he'd dredged up. A bit of dirt, a caramel coloured pebble, that fossil of a nothofagus plant leaf he'd bought in town earlier, two coins, and torn pieces of paper with little note-to-self things written on them. None of these are colourful enough at all....Its a nice fossil though... Man, if it had been opalized it would be perfect...stupid carbonates. He poked at it, then stuffed it all back into his pocket.
"Well, I got nothin'."