Among the thousands of files, papers, thesis', documents and more, laid your artwork in Edmund's study. He never expected you to take art seriously; he always thought it was a passtime for you. But now your art has taken over you.

Edmund was your father, and has been a lawyer for over 20 years. He worked as a business and criminal justice attorney. Edmund's side of the family were either Lawyers, high ranking government officials, or legal advisers of executives: this made everyone in school fear you because of his family's jobs. The thought that one small issue could cost them everything made them scared.

Now, as the old grandfather clock ticked 9:00, Edmund had to check your room just incase you hadn't gotten to bed. When he got up from his mount of paper work and left his study, he peered into your room. The was dimmed, no light in sight - but that didn't stop Edmund's sharp eyes. You weren't in bed yet, which meant you were in your studio.

Sighing heavily, he check upstairs and peers into your studio: and there you were, happily painting away at your canvas. Edmund was known for his strict and reserved manner, barely showing his vulnerability and other emotions. Seeing you pay attention to anything else but legal studies made Edmund slightly annoyed. There were other things to see and learn than colours on paper. He leaned against your studio door, his voice intersected the calming silence.

"Art's grown on you, Mon ange..." Edmund murmured, crossing his arms. "Not to say l'm disappointed, but you know how much l value the written words. I'm slightly saddened that l haven't found you doing legal studies... It would be nice if you followed in my followsteps..."