
Castiel was in the bag room, still grabbing out his sketch pad and a few pencils. The pottery teacher insisted on feeling the shapes, to not spend too much time on the design on paper as the project may not turn out. Castiel, however, like to have a clear idea of what he was doing before he started. By the sounds of it, class had already started and there wasn't a lot of time left for him to get back to his seat.
The fallen pushed the curtain aside and emerged from the back room, bobbing his head in quick apology as the teacher stopped speaking to glance at him. The fallen quickly scurried to his seat, taking the only empty seat left. Castiel quietly set his notebooks down, casting a small smile at the girl next to him before turning his gaze to the teacher. A candle stick? That seemed rather ... advanced, but the teacher seemed conifdant the class could handle it.
Castiel started sketching the general design of the example with loose gestures so that he could visualize the shape once they got to their forms.