Lily whispered to Charlotte, "Maybe looks like he has his hands full." That's when she saw it, the paint flying across the room. Lily looked on in horror, it was like a slow motion scene in a movie. When she saw him catch it without even a thought, Lily gasped. She wanted to crawl into her skin and then she shot a look their way.<br/><br/>"God, make something?", she whispered to Charlotte again. "I don't know how to paint." Lily strangely found comfort in Charlotte, maybe because she felt sympathy, maybe because they were two of a kind. Lily slowly rose from the desk trembling, worried that she didn't know what to do. Maybe Charlotte would help her out some how. That other girl was in for a world of trouble, and Lily wanted to stay as far away from her as possible.