#13 - the singing cat

[Caine Hawke]

He'd painted the picture, he'd made the cat move  - when the magic worked it looked like a cat swaying and singing, which was pretty cute if he did say so himself! 

Caine wasn't the best at painting and art but he did try so that had to count for something... at least they could tell it was a cat. 

Or, well, he could. Maybe Professor Rivera could tell, too! 

Besides, Mrs. Norris had helped him with this painting and if it met her expectations he couldn't complain in the slightest. 

With a bit of nervousness, Caine reached up to knock upon the door of Professor Rivera's office. He was beginning to know the way to this place pretty well. He'd been here twice since Christmas and, if the Ravenclaw Head of House wasn't tired of him by now she was a saint. 

But, for now, all he could do was patiently wait for her to open the door and hope that it was good enough to complete the extra credit assignment. 

[ooc: finishing charms extra credit]

[Lena]

'If you're a student, come on in,' Professor Rivera said, and the door's lock clicked to allow entrance -- then the door gently opened on its own.

The office was quite big, even compared to other offices at Hogwarts that Caine had seen thus far, and he'd seen his fair share of them with often being called to one or another due to mischief. The enchanted ceiling was stunning -- immediately grabbing his attention, and feeling as if he'd been transported somewhere far away. It was also strange to see the night sky above, with daylight streaming through the open windows.

Professor Rivera was in a reading alcove, but tucked away a thick novel when seeing her company. Student; good. No pesky colleagues this afternoon. Then again, a visit from Caine Hawke...

'Not in any trouble, are we? Hello.' She smiled at the Hufflepuff, pretending not to notice what he had with him as to not presume why Caine was there. 'What can I do for you?'

[Caine Hawke]

When he was bade entrance, Caine did as he was told. The lock clicking and the door opening were really inviting if he had said so himself.

Snape was a whole other story and maybe that was why Professor Rivera was so well-loved throughout Hogwarts. Caine couldn't complain about her - she was always nice to him.

Stepping in, Caine glanced around. The ceiling was pretty, if not strange, but who was he to judge? It was kind of cool and one day he would learn how to do that. He could only imagine how neat it would be to have a ceiling like this one at home.

"Oh, uh... no. No trouble today, Professor." he responded to her comment, grinning toward her. Not today. Not yet, anyway. Then again, if Caine happened to be in the area of trouble he was usually the one that got looked at but he'd been good and stayed in his own bubble this morning.

"I was working on the extra credit and Mrs. Norris helped me with a painting for the children at Saint Mungo's." it was true! She had helped him.

Caine shifted the painting in his hand and turned it toward the Professor.

The singing cat painting was his favorite creation - not that she needed to know that. It was irrelevant but he was quite proud of his work.

Without further ado, Caine shifted the canvas to where it could be seen. 

There, painted on the surface was a cat sitting pretty. It wasn't the best cat in the world but it looked like a cat - Mrs. Norris, to be exact. The colors were similar and so were the markings, the tail was fluffy and the streaks where a tail had flicked across the canvas were painted to be little air waves. 

Toward the head were the music notes to the muggle song Twinkle Twinkle Little Star just in case someone could read music. The notes wiggled as the cat's mouth moved, the blue and happy background broken only with cotton looking clouds that wriggled a little, too.

The cat sat on a green surface - which could have been a table, could have been grass... the details weren't the most prolific but it was there. 

Sometimes, when the music came to a stand still, the tail of the cat would flick just slightly like Mrs. Norris's did sometimes. 

He hoped that it was alright. He'd worked hard on it!