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Wiping her hands on a small towel, Eddie surveyed the scene in the mulit-purpose room with a good deal of pride. Her after-school art club seemed to be a big hit not just with the fourth-graders she taught, but with the older kids too; they could express their creativity in ways they might not be able to at home, and almost certainly not like they might be able to in their regular classrooms. That was one of the reasons Eddie had set this up: to offer kids a fun thing to do after school while waiting for late-working parents to come get them. The parents were grateful, the kids loved it, and she got the satisfaction of a job well done out of it.

As it was, a few of the littles were already camped out at tables with a variety of art supplies – crayons, watercolor paints, brushes and paper – happily drawing and chattering away. Eddie had some older kids too that regularly showed up from the middle-school side of things, but most of them felt Art Club was for babies, at least the boys did, but some of the girls too. Which was okay, middle school was a hard time for a lot of kids, what with all the changes that came with growing up. She didn't expect many of them had the mental or social bandwidth for something like this. For the few that did, though, she gave them all the attention and consideration that she gave to her fourth-graders daily. She was more than happy to facilitate this for the kids.

After getting another child situated with drawing supplies, Eddie sat down in a chair near the door and took a small notebook out of her satchel. She logged every kid that was here already and wrote the names of the other Art Club regulars, then flipped a few pages to her own project: writing down recipes for seasonings grown in her own little garden. It was a not unpleasant way to pass the late afternoon while waiting for other kids to show up.

When it came to clubs, Nemu had been hesitant to join any of them, as her options in activities that were ‘safe’ were fairly limited, at least in the scope of school activities. A video game club ran the risk of there being scary horror games, athletics could lead to injury, and she had no real experience with sewing… she could have joined a book club, perhaps, but did Knightside even offer that? Art, technically, could be ‘dangerous’ in a sense of speaking, but Nemu banished any thoughts about that possibility to a dark recess of her mind, to be quickly forgotten about, and had settled on what she felt was a relatively safe choice in extracurricular activities, at least to an extent.

The only thing was, she didn’t know what she was even wanting to do. Maybe she should have joined a language club instead? She and Sato were already bilingual because Papa had spent his childhood in America before moving back to Japan, but there was the fact that he did scientist stuff with people from all around the world…

Sighing forlornly, Nemu stared blankly at the piece of paper in front of her, where she had made an attempt at sketching out a baku, though it wasn’t looking very… baku-like. She knew what they looked like, or at least knew what the ones that she could conjure with Hokkaido’s magic looked, but translating the mental image she had in her head onto the piece of paper wasn’t going very well. Perhaps she should have drawn a cat instead? Then she could have drawn Rune…