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Post by liz on Mar 13, 2005 10:08:10 GMT
Liz was curled up on a rather wide window-sill on the second floor.WIht one leg tangling from her seat, and the other propped up to support her sketch-book, Liz draw almost frantically. A quick shadowing on a sketch of the sixth year boy reading in the courtyard, almost ready to turn the page. A little more movement to that sketch about those first-years playing tag. A small graceful figure floating over the Quidditch pitch as some team was practicing. Liz smiled to herself and hummed softly, as she added colors, shadows and movements, creating small pictures.
Liz was shy, so maybe that had helped her develop the ability to draw people, their reflexes and grimaces rather life-like. It came naturally to Liz and it helped her relax.
Liz smiled and draw a pair of girls – obviously friends, talking to each-other quietly about something that seemed to interest them both. With just a couple Liz showed how the slight breeze was tugging on the cloaks of the girls and had almost caught the beret of one of the girls.
Throwing the sketch on top of the others already piled in front of Liz on the window-sill, Liz already started drawing the next one – professor Sprout walking towards the Greenhouse with a cheery smile on her rounded face. People were always living and showing some emotions on Liz’s pictures – she didn’t like still portraits, that looked like statues of ice. Now, Liz liked moving and emotions on her drawings, as she almost forgot herself into her sketches.
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Post by Charles Driscoll H7 on Mar 13, 2005 17:58:45 GMT
The sun was just setting as Charles made his way up the staircase, heading to where the library was located. He had promised to return a book belonging to one of his friends and he had to return a book himself he had borrowed to do his Astronomy homework. The library was on the fourth floor and the Hufflepuff common room was located one floor below the Great Hall, so that was five flights of stairs and Charles wasn't exactly what you might call an active person. He leaned on the wall next to a portrait whose occupant turned to Charles with a sympathetic look as he inhaled deeply. Charles opened his eyes which he closed for a moment and then looked out of the window directly in front of him. A beautiful scene lay before him, the sky a mixture of varying shades of red, pink and orange, as the sun glowed like a blazing fire, a small part of it no longer visible. Charles walked up one more flight of the stairs to look out of the window on that floor, but someone was already sitting there, working with great concentration on something.
He smiled as he saw the picture she had been drawing. The girl who was drawing had caught all of Professor Sprout's personality; the expression and smile on her rubicund face was kindly but at the same time showed the tiredness the Professor probably felt as it was the end of the day. Charles didn’t want to startle the girl so he cleared his throat and said in a low friendly voice "Hi! I love your picture of Professor Sprout. It's just such an accurate drawing of her," he said sincerely.
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Post by liz on Mar 13, 2005 19:37:58 GMT
Liz look ed up as she heard someone speaking to her and once again felt a small lush rising to her cheeks as her eyes concentrated on the Hufflepuff boy standing next to her.
“Hi,” Liz answered with a shy smile and smiled towards the picture of Professor Sprout, “And thanks. I like professor Sprout and the color was just right to draw her today, if you know what I mean. Actually I’m willing to draw almost anything today, as you can see. I'm Liz.” Liz smiled nodding towards the small pile of sketches piled on the windowsill as well.
Almost subconsciously Liz turned to a new page and starting sketching the boy in front of her. The shape, some tiredness into the blue eyes, a slight curve of the boys lips, that showed contempt and calmness. Slight tilt of his chin that showed character still and the spray of freckles scattered bout his cheeks and nose. Liz pencil moved almost on it’s own as she shaded the boys blond hair and face, making it seem relaxed, warm and friendly.
The sketch was only made by rough lines pulled together and it would take a lot of work to finish the picture still, but you could recognize the person on it easily.
Stopping for a moment, Liz looked at the picture with a small smile, before gasping and looking at the boy almost guiltily: “Oh, I’m sorry. I hope you don’t mind this. I wasn’t even thinking before I started drawing.”<br>Liz pushed the picture towards the boy, if he would want to keep it: “Some people don’t like it when they are drawn, so you can keep the picture. I really hope I didn’t offend you.”<br>
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Post by Charles Driscoll H7 on Mar 17, 2005 15:55:53 GMT
"Your welcome, I'm Charlie, from Hufflepuff. And it is a great drawing, even though it’s a still one you've managed to capture all of her character in it somehow," said Charles in awe and surprise. Charles liked the picture immensely, and he had meant it when he said so, it wasn't just a compliment. Talent was a wonderful thing; if you polished it and made the best you could out of it you could provide yourself and a lot of people with a lot of satisfaction and happiness. Charles sighed and wished his parents would realise that. He forced himself to not think about them then looked back at Liz who was busy working at something. Not wishing to interrupt her he looked out of the window for a few minutes, hearing the scratching of her pencil against the paper as she drew.
He suddenly jerked out of his daydream, aware that the sound could no longer be heard. He looked down at the paper and recoiled suddenly in surprise, Liz had been drawing him! He looked up at her shy face and gave her a smile. "I don’t mind at all. I'm just surprised you thought I was interesting enough to draw! You really meant it when you said you could draw anything!" he said with a laugh. "And I can’t take it unless you’re finished with it," he said with a grin. "I hate it when people ask to take a look at anything I've done before I'm finished with it, let alone ask to take it. So please finish it first, that is if you would like to," said Charles still grinning. Even though she was not finished Charles was taken back by Liz's incredible talent. He was also amazed at the amount of character in the picture, he didn’t know his feelings could show so much in his expression. But then Charles was an open book type of person, anybody who knew him would tell you that.
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Post by liz on Mar 18, 2005 18:00:10 GMT
Liz smiled gratefully as Charles wasn’t upset of her drawing: “Alright, I’ll finish it. I like drawing – it’s relaxing. And you were an interesting model. Have you ever sketched something? Or taken pictures? It’s the same – you see someone you like and just know you have to capture the moment before it’s gone. At least that’s how it is with me.”<br>Recalling a picture she had managed to get earlier, Liz shuffled through the papers on the window-sill until she found one. It was done in only black and white and using different shades of gray, with the Hogwarts castle and the lake scarcely drawn into the background, but it was the figure that Liz had liked, and the figure was rather charismatic almost demanding the attention of the viewer to itself.
“This model would have probably been mad, had he known I was drawing it, but it was just surprising that I couldn’t help. It was one of those moments you know you hardly get to see ever again,” Liz said showing the picture to Charles. It was of an older Slytherin boy – there were a lot of sharp and rough edges about him, but he had just bowed to pet come cat and there was something in his eyes and the curve of his lips that made his character seem a bit warmer, despite all of the roughness visible outside.
Liz smiled and placed the picture back on the pile and leaned against the window-sill and smiled at Charles. Something about Liz told her that she wouldn’t’ have to worry about anything around him: “Are you hurrying somewhere? If not, that have a seat. How could I finish the picture, if I know so little about you? I still have to decide what kind of a back-ground would suit you.”<br>
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Post by KelseyMattie on Mar 20, 2005 20:30:47 GMT
Kelsey left her last class of the morning, her books tucked underneith her arms. She was more a mess than usual today. Her black hair, which she had tried to comb, but didn't cooperate, was in tangles from the lack of care. She hadn't had a decent night sleep in atleast a week and a half and the result? Red, puffy, swollen eyes. Her green eyes looked so tired it was shocking. She had no sense of what state her clothes were in anymore. They were wrinkled, her shirt was untucked, and her knee length socks were uneven. She hadn't bothered with her robes this morning as they were too wrinkled to wear in public. As she neared the middle of the corridor, Kelsey noticed a girl sitting on the window-sill and a boy standing next to her. She had planned to just pass them by as usual. But something inside of her snapped.
Depression was good for her. And it would stick to her like pollon sticks to a bee if she didn't start doing something about it. She was lonely, sure. And very sad, sure. But did that justify mopping around and trying not to cry everywhere? NO! She had to put a stop to this. So instead of rushing passed the two, she tried to fix her hair and approached with a shy smile fixed on her face.
"Um... hi?"
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Post by Charles Driscoll H7 on Mar 21, 2005 16:19:22 GMT
"I don’t draw, I'm hopeless at that, but I do like taking pictures. I suppose you could call it a hobby, I mean now I'm always looking everywhere for models or scenes to take pictures of. But I'm not as talented as you are," he said modestly. He looked at the picture Elizabeth had drawn earlier, amazed by the contrast between this one and the one she done of Professor Sprout. Professor Sprout's had been done using a lot of different colours but this was just black and white. He nodded and felt that Elizabeth was a lot like him when it came to her drawing and his photography, they thought the same way. He smiled and added on to what she had just said. "Sometimes you can’t help it; you just have to take a picture of something…. I don't know how to describe it, it's like it’s crying out to you to capture the moment, with all its poignant feelings and its… I think you know what I mean, I can see that from your picture," he said, looking at the charcoal sketch, amazed by how the few sketched lines had captured the expression on the boy's face so clearly. They shared a quiet moment of understanding before Charles sat down and said "No, I'm not in a hurry. I just need to return these books to the library, and it closes at 12pm so I have a lot of time," he said. "I don’t really know what you want me to tell you so ask me whatever you want, Liz," said Charles with a shrug.
He didn’t notice the quiet footsteps of a girl who was just next to them as he had been concentrating on his conversation with Elizabeth. He turned to her and was a little surprised at her untidy appearance. Charles wasn't exactly neat or tidy himself, but the older girl looked more untidy than most of the girls he had met before. "Hi," he said with a friendly grin, "Liz and I here are enjoying the sunset," he said, not sure what exactly she wanted. She seemed shy so he tried to put her at her ease and just be friendly. Maybe she knew Liz?
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Post by liz on Mar 22, 2005 6:25:31 GMT
“I doubt you aren’t as good. For me it’s also just a hobby,” Liz smiled, knowing exactly what Charles meant with his words as she often felt just the same, “But I have to admit that there are so many interesting models here at Hogwarts. Both professors and students. I’d like to see your photographs one day.”<br>As Charles sat down Liz smiled and her pencils started moving on his picture once more. The setting was too good to let it pass that easily – the window framing his form and the sunset throwing the perfect light to everything.
Liz looked up with surprise as a girl – maybe a year older then her – approached them.
“Hi,” Liz smiled back a bit less shyly, as her heart felt sympathy for the girl already. Liz could never stand seeing people in pain or trouble or worrying no matter who they were. So she just smiled once again at the girl, even though she didn’t know her: “Just as Charles said – we are admiring the view. And Charles’s modeling for me.” Liz smiled shyly and pulling her papers closer together made some more room for the girl, “It looks rather fantastical, so you can join us if you want.”<br>Liz smiled shyly once again glancing at Charles and added the reddish-golden tint the sun casted to the picture.
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Post by KelseyMattie on Mar 28, 2005 23:51:12 GMT
Kelsey beamed with joy as the girl move over on the windowsill, making room for her. She felt her chest cascade with emotion as someone excepted her. She smiled with true joy as she sat down next to the girl.
"Thanks!" she said, her voice a bit too happy about it, "Um..." she wanted ot make conversation but didn't know what. So she decided to ask about the small drawing sketch pad taht sat on her lap, "Uh, whatcha drawing?" she sounded happy. And was proud to think of herself as happy for the first time in a long time.
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