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Savant had carelessly strode towards the dormitories in hope of a quieter feel of the castle grounds but before him was the painting of a lovers sharing some fruits under a shade that looked upon the vast and lush mountain, their backs on the viewers point of view yet every time they share a kiss a part of their faces are shown- but in the entire history of Magus Grex, no one or a very few people actually knows who the lovers are. They were just there since the school was built. Savant was not even sure why the school had chosen the painting.

He decided to stare and look at the couple and tried to figure out who they were when a prefect disturbed him. "Stuck? This year's password is plucking berries." And off he went, leaving Savant on his own. He was about to speak when the woman in the painting giggled, stood up and made the man run after her, still their faces were hidden.

Savant shook his head, realizing that two people in a painting are far more happier than he is. A man trapped in a painting actually has a girlfriend yet he couldn't ask girls out for pizza. He lifted his gaze when something caught his eye. On the grass, where the couple sat earlier, lies a shiny and colorful gem. Savant walked closer and stared to see a ring with a smooth green gem on top. He peered in closer when suddenly the couple came back, still their backs facing Savant and sat.

"What is the password boy?" The man in the painting asked, plucking some berries from the basket and giving some to his woman.

"Err... plucking berries," he spoke quietly.

"Must they always use the obvious? Fine!" The man complained but had let Savant in the common room.

Inside, everything was quiet, he knew he had the whole year to chat and spend time with his friends but alone times are rare- very rare. He was lucky to find the room he shares with his friends to be empty. His belongings were already on his bed as well as the others. He opened his trunk and looked for his sketch pad and pencils and walked back to the common room by the crackling fire. It was warm and comfortable as Savant sketched two faces, hoping that it would somehow be the same as the couple in the painting would look like. And before he knew it he was also sketching the beautiful ring he had seen laying on the grass. Was it the man's surprise to his partner or did it belong to the woman in the first place? Who ever owned it was lucky- Savant has never seen anything like that of as a precious stone.


(OOC: Savant's just waiting for his friends to come to the common room after flirting lol)