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Post by kamron on Oct 3, 2004 22:24:06 GMT
It was nearing curfew, but he didn't want to go back to the Ravenclaw rooms just yet--he found it too distracting. He loved his studies, but the common room provided a vast array of sociological behavior, and what was homework in comparison to that? Studying the girl who always sat next to the fire and flashed shy glances at a seventh year who always sat across from her was too appealing. As was the group of first years who tried to loose themselves in their books in the far corner, thought he could hear them testing out their spells in the hidden corner. It was all together too hard to concentrate with such interesting behavior being demonstrated all around him.
So on the stairs he sat. He had discovered in third year that at this time, almost everyone was back at the common room—doing their homework or exhibiting some sort of social behavior. This was the place he went if he really wanted to focus.
Lost in his astrology book, he blocked out all sounds. Including the approaching footsteps…<br>
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Post by Parvati Patil on Oct 4, 2004 2:15:57 GMT
Including the approaching footsteps of Parvati Patil. She was deeply intriqued in her Charms book and wasnt paying attention where she was going. Clumsily, she stepped down some stairs and tended to miss a step.
"Oh!" She said to herself, as she ragained compusure and smiled at her foolishness. She closed her book with a snap and tucked it away into her book bag. She flipped her brown hair over her shoulder and continued down the stairs. When she neared the bottom she saw a boy sitting and studying.
"Odd." She whispered to herself. She sighed and smiled as she approached.
"Hello, I am Parvati. May I ask what you are doing here? And so close to curfew? Oh! Wait! Let me guess! Common Room too loud? Trying to avoid an ex-girlfriend? Am I hot or cold here?"Parvati laughed at her own self and looked down at this boy.
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Post by kamron on Oct 4, 2004 2:34:09 GMT
Hearing a girls voice talking to him, he looked up at the girl, who now was standing one step above him, looking down.
"I'm Kamron, and I'm afraid the first was the warmest. Lets just say I found the common room too distracting"
He smiled slightly, closing his own book as he leaned back, stretching his back slightly as he did.
"What about you? Not often a girl is wandering the halls at this hour."
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Post by Parvati Patil on Oct 5, 2004 1:51:48 GMT
"Sadly. Im in the same predicament you are. But I am just heading back to that noisey common room." Parvati answered with a smile. She sat down next to him and opened her bag.
"I needed quiet to work on my art...I can't draw when theres so much noise." Parvati opened a sketchbook and flipped to a page. She showed it to Kamron. It was of Hermione Granger, Parvati had drawn her while she was in deep thinking during a charms class and she had touched it up with some shading and smears.
"It's not great. But it's good. I havent showed it to her yet, that's what I am on my way to do." Parvati explained. She looked to Kamron for his reaction.
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Post by kamron on Oct 5, 2004 2:43:45 GMT
He smiled approvingly as he looked over the picture, it definatly showed some talent. Being as into psychology as he was, he had been tryign to develop some theories about artists. Perhaps Parvati woud provide the informtion he needed on the subject
"Art is putting emotion on paper"
he stated, looking up at her again and smiling
"At least that is my philosophical view of things. It always seemed like a personal show of feelings to me. Perhaps though, I am not the best judge, as I am not much of an artist--or at least not in the same mannor that you are"
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Post by Parvati Patil on Oct 7, 2004 2:56:00 GMT
"There is a little bit of art in everyone. Just depends on what kind of art. There are drawing or painting artists, visual artists, writing artists, trouble artists, and vocal artists. You can be any one of those. I just happened to have chosen drawing." Parvati said with a smile, as she closed her sketchbook. She looked at Kam and said,
"My sister is the smart one, I challenge all my thoughts into my art. It helps me get through things that I could never have gotten through without it." Parvati explained as she smoothed her sktechbook cover with admiration.
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Post by kamron on Oct 9, 2004 13:44:08 GMT
He watched her face as she looked down at her sketchbook and tired to put her expression to memory . Having never had a conversation wit hher before, a large portion of his active thought was going to her psycological and social behavior.
He was thinking enough about the conversation to nod though.
"Everyone needs a way to expess their emotions; for some it is simple a book where they can feel through the characters oters need to express it in a more visual manner. I find that my emtions are more balanced by a more scientific study"
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Post by Parvati Patil on Oct 9, 2004 16:10:00 GMT
Parvati smiled.
"Scientific study? Art's much easier, for me anyway. You and Padma would get along perfectly." She said. Great,she thought,another thing Padma has taken away from me, a friend. She sighed sorrowfully and looked at Kam.
"See this picture?" She asked, turning to a picture with Padma on it, "That's my sister, wearing my clothes, my hair things, and my shoes. If you hadnt notice shes my twin sister, so its easy for her to pull these sorts of things off, but...I hate it. So when I get mad at her," She flipped to another page, it was doodles. Many of Padma and words beneath her saying, things such as 'I hate you' or 'you stole everything of mine' etc etc, "I doodle. And us artists, we dont like to doodle. We need creativity space to think, but when something is clouding our mind so much, we tend to doodle, and thats not right. In fact, that is completely wrong." Parvati said as her mind began to fog itself. But like a fog horn her art rang through and she was back to the present talking to Kam.
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Post by kamron on Oct 9, 2004 22:37:31 GMT
His gaze drifted from her face, down to her sketchbook--he wished he had the time to study them more closely, this was a psychologist's dream come true! They had such an intense sister rilvary.
"Which one of you is older?"
He asked, looking up. He knew that they were twins, but even the basic laws of traits often carried by the older and younger. His guess would be that Parvati was older, and beign effected by the excentristy and desire to be the center of attention that Padma got. Being the younger one Padma would get away with more, resutling in her being allowed to take all of these things from the "older" sister. That might also explain Padma's placement in Ravencalw, as the younger siblings desire to be the center of attention coudl result in them exceiding acamicly in order to gain that lime light. Of course, that was just a guess.
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Post by Parvati Patil on Oct 9, 2004 22:56:40 GMT
"I am. But that doesnt mean anything. She still gets everything. Even if she is only younger my 5 minutes." Parvati answered with a angered look on her face. She looked at Kam and then at her notebook. He was staring at it, as if he wanted it. Slowly she handed it to him.
"Go ahead and study it. Just make sure you give it back." She said with a smile. She let go of it and leaned forward her head in her lap.
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Post by kamron on Oct 10, 2004 3:00:09 GMT
He accepted the notebook gladly, a look of sheer jog crossing his face. Such an occasion as this was similar to that of the often use figure of speah, kid in a candy store. He ran a hand over the cover of her sketchbook and opened it up to a page that contained doodles of Padma. He dragged a dinfer down the page and to one of the sketches. They were frough, obviously done quickly, and with little thought applied to them, but they still had similar characteristics. He noticed how the bodies on the girls were all smaller, symbolizing a subconcious though of her being younger. It also might represent a thought of Parvati trygin to force her sister into a less obvisous role in her mind. She also noticed that the heads seemed ever so slightly large in proportion to the rest of the body. It was hardly noticable, but he knew what he was looking for. He was being that was a combination of knowledge that Padma was so intelectual, and the fact taht her sister seemed to me the more demanding one of her too, resulting Parvati's subconcious viewing her with a 'big head.'
After a moment he forced himself to tear his eyes away from the doodles and over at her.
"I wish you knew how much imformation a simple doodle can contain. Its the most fascinating thing."
He smiled, then looked down at the paige again, this time moving to antoher doodle where he put his attention on how she drew the letters.
"And as a reply to your previous comment, I don't always enjoy the company of those who are like myself."
When she had meanted that he and Padma would get along perfectly, he noticed a hint of hostility in her voice.
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Post by Parvati Patil on Oct 10, 2004 3:22:33 GMT
She watched as he studied the notebook. He studied it with intensity. His finger tracing each and every line. She sighed and continued to watch. It was interesting to see his thoughts run across his face, his expressions changed and it would be some other thought in his eyes. When he spoke she smiled.
"A doodle to an artist is like a double negative to a writer. It's horrible, and its something you dont want to find in your art. It's that bad. But my doodles, like the rest of my art, means something, and I usually have no clue. I doodle absentmindely." She said with a laugh. it was true, she did doodle absentmindely, she couldnt even remember what she had doodled, and she was pretty sure she didnt want to know. She was pretty hostile towards her sister, her sister had caused her so much pain in her life. Taking everything of hers away from her. She hated it. And for that, she hated her sister. But by hating her sister, she hated a part of herself. And that hurt.
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Post by kamron on Dec 5, 2004 20:48:48 GMT
He nodded, his attention divided between her and the fascination expressions that filled Parvati's sketchpad. To her they ere doodles, useless, a waste of ink and paper. If only she knew that doodles had more depth than art. Yes art was a form of expression, and a truly magnificent one, yet it was staged. It was a carefully executed display created with the purpose of being a representation of an emotion. Doodles though, they were not planned, they were instead a manifestation of the heart--they displayed something so deep and true that even the artist was not fully aware of their worth.
"I think you do not give your doodles justice, but perhaps they mean more to a psychologist than an artist."
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Post by Parvati Patil on Dec 6, 2004 0:12:41 GMT
Parvati looked up.
"Perhaps.But, they're just lines and dots and scribbles, and look stick figures!Jeeze, I do get bored."Parvati pointed out a stick figure, she sighed in disgust with herself and bit her nails, wondering how such ugly works of art could mean something.
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