○Nymphadora walked along the dark gloomy trail infront of her. Unknownly what was to happen or where see was. Gripping her giant paintbrush and allowing it to sweep across the ground, the brisles weren't getting ruined neither the paint, yet paint was florishing from the end making a long trail of yellow paint against the dirt floor. Suddenly catching Nymphadora off guard rain started the drizzle, and when she took another step more and more rain began to rage.○ "Shit! this is my favorite hat too! Dammit.....and aw my paint is all runny, wait...." ○Suddenly Nymphadora remember something she learned to use in art class in her younger years, water paint which the paint easily flows stronger, yet since it was with her paint they would still hold the abilities they possessed in a thick liquid or a thin watery liquid.○ "Water colors?....Interesting..." ○Pulling her antigravity plate that held her paint, the paint on the surface florished and swirlled becoming a map of the village seeing she was walking into some place called Enternal Rain. She didn't mind the rain, she just worried about her clothing.○