[hr][hr][center][h1][color=A020F0]Waverley Watts[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/d72f0c2c2cd8e1f3f97b84e343e0516a/tumblr_pshnnbcZMI1rptfs5o1_400.gifv[/img][hr]
[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] New Rome - The Augery
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	Waverley had been so focused on the painting that she jumped when Alexandra spoke up. Her head spun to look at the painting's creator, only to find that Alexandra was glaring directly at her. It didn't take much to intimidate Waverley, so as the intense artist stared her down, she felt like she was shrinking. She gulped, giving an awkward smile in response to the hostile eyes being thrown in her direction. Waverley loosened up a bit when Emily spoke up, cutting straight to business, with Marco following suit. She felt a little bad for skipping over the small talk and pleasantries that usually start conversations, but she guessed there was a pretty good chance that Alexandra wasn't a fan of such things anywho.

	[color=A020F0]"Um, yeah, that's the main reason we're here. The ladies in charge sent us over to check in, see what you could tell us..."[/color] she explained, her eyes flitting back to the painting. When she saw it again, though, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for Alexandra. Constantly having people come in and out, all of them seeing her paintings as utilities rather than art. Waverley couldn't imagine how she'd feel if people only cared about her music because of the magic it could do. So, with her uncomfortable grin still plastered across her lips, she looked back over to Alexandra. [color=A020F0]"I like the painting, though. You did a good job on it. Do you, um...take commissions?"[/color]