[b]EDDIE[/b]

Eddie didn’t know what to say. Was she supposed to give her reassurance and say that Ev couldn’t possibly be all that bad? Because, if Eddie is completely honest – and she always is – it was complete possibility. Matter of fact, it was more likely that she was awful. Not many had talent like Eddie; it’s not arrogance that Eddie can think this, but complete and utter confidence in the fact that she simply had been born with the genes of her Muse ancestors. Of course, if you were to ask Eddie with which Muse she had been infused with, she wouldn’t have been able to answer. Actually…the family didn’t even quite grasp which Muse they were descended from; many even believe that all Muses gave birth to the line. Eddie didn’t know what to believe, but that is off-topic. The matter is that Eddie would not say something vaguely reassuring until she had seen the pictures of this…[i]Edward Scissorhands[/i] look-alike (which is quite a good movie, Eddie would recommend it. Johnny Depp had always had a special place in her heart ever since [i]Pirates of the Caribbean[/i].)

[color=6ecff6]“Right.”[/color] Once again she had an itch to explore [i]her[/i] world…not this dainty, dull place that she was unfortunately born into. If only she herself had been a Muse, maybe she wouldn’t have to be here at a school, half-filled with chaotic creatures and half-filled with oblivious humans. Eddie bit her lip. Maybe she could sneak into the dragon picture to visit Smaug? No, no, it would be too obvious. Might as well come out and say it, [color=6ecff6]“Do you practice witchcraft?”[/color]

There, that was vague enough not to give a hint of the magical world beneath the air’s surface and also know if she was magic-friendly. Ah, but what if she practiced wiccan magic…but wasn’t [i]really[/i] a witch? Eddie scrunched her eyebrows and wiped her hands on the back of her jeans. What was she to do to have some peace in her painting?