#6 - Colour and Imagination

The ghost drew his attention abd he hoped she wouldn't mind that he watched her for a moment.

Her writing was very elegant and pleasant to look at. The kind of style or aesthetic he could appreciate. It seemed rather austere but William liked that.

It made him think of lessons with his tutors and he wondered if plantlife was interesting enough for the Children's ward. He enjoyed copying the various diagrams and pictures he was required to do for his studies.

With nothing else to work with, William decided he would try painting some plants, flowers and fungi.

Hopefully it would be a relaxing painting.

His gaze would glance from his quiet work to the ghost and William wondered if he should introduce himself. It would be rude not to but she seemed concerned with her own work too -- so it would be rude to disturb her as well.

So he concentrated on his painting.

He decided to use the canvas in portrait orientation. The background was yellow, bright and sunny and on top of that he had various flowers, fungi and other plants painted from memory.

They looked like they would move if a slight breeze came along and William nodded.

"Excuse me." He finally addressed the ghost and then gestured to his painting.

A little colour came to his cheeks as he asked, "Do you think this painting would cheer up some poorly children?"

Self-doubt and insecurity were old friends to William -- especially without the reassurance or guidance of his parents or other adults.

Her answer was good enough for William and he nodded his head once, "Thank you. Sorry about disturbing your own work, it is very beautiful."

He took his wand out of his pocket and studied the painting one last time.

Well, he hadn't claimed to be an artist.

William tapped the painting and watched it come to life. It might not have been some grand masterpiece but he felt a sense of pride when he watched it animate as he had expected.

After a few moments, he rose from his seat but quickly paused, his gaze going back to the ghost, "I apologise but I did not introduce myself nor ask your name. I am William Doren."

Even to a ghost, he loathed the idea of being rude.

He would await her answer and then gathered his things to seek out Professor Rivera.