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Post by lydiarivers on Mar 22, 2005 23:21:54 GMT
Lydia scrutinized the colors that cascaded across the canvas in front of her. She looked up at the scene. The Giant Squid slapped the water lazily. The water splashed up causing the ground around her to become wet. She touched her brush to the pallate of color, and began to color in some of the charcoal brushings. She probably looked quite the site. Paint all over her arms and jeans. The only thing that signified her as a Slytherin was the cloak with the house crest on it laying on the ground.
A bird flew across the sky. She heard it twitter happily. She smudged her thumb against the splotch of blue that was supposed to be the lake. It created texture in the water. She heard the bushes rustle behind her, but it wasn't the first time that day. It had been mostly small animals making that noise. She wiped her hand against her jeans. The squid continued to dance in the water. Totally engrossed in her project, she didn't hear faint rustling become lounder.
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Post by Pyro Blackfire S5 on Mar 23, 2005 0:26:40 GMT
Pyro wondered the grounds. Completly bored out of his mind. he had nothing to do and really no desire to do much of anything today. he sighed and climbed through some bushes untill he came to the other side. he found agirl there. She had her back to him and seemed to be painting. He looked down and noticed a slytherin robe.
He looked up at her and watched her paint for a while. Than finally spoke. "painting, theres a slytherin hobbie I have never seen before."
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Post by lydiarivers on Mar 23, 2005 0:46:42 GMT
Lydia jumped at the arrival of the boy. " What do you mean never seen before? Just because you are uncultured doesn't mean we all our."
She turned back to her painting. She sighed a bit. She really needed to be more nice to her housemates. " I apologize. I didn't mean to be rude. I'm Lydia. Lydia Rivers. And you are?"
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Post by Pyro Blackfire S5 on Mar 23, 2005 0:49:55 GMT
he narrowed his eyes at her. Uncultured, ofcourse not, just not in the art of painting. he steped foreward. "Pyro..Pyro Bla...um..Just pyro." he said and looked at her painting. "and I wouldnt call me uncultured, just not, cultured in that way."
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Post by lydiarivers on Mar 23, 2005 1:14:33 GMT
She placed her pallette and brush on the ground. " Evanesco!" The cleaned themselves up.
" What bring you out here? It's such a beautiful day. Not many people come this far out." She sat down on top of of her robe. She pulled a basket that was laying at the bottom of the easal toward her. " I got some food from the kitchens before I came out. Would you like a sandwich?"
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Post by Pyro Blackfire S5 on Mar 23, 2005 1:19:37 GMT
He watched her and shruged. " I was bored, decided to go for a walk. found myself here." He looked at the basket and realized he was a bit hungry and nodded his head. "yea sure, Ill have one."
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Post by lydiarivers on Mar 24, 2005 2:48:18 GMT
" It's so tranquil outside, don't you agree?" She looked down at the boy. " So, what year are you? I don't think I've noticed you around. Well, I do keep to myself most of the time. So, you probably haven't noticed me."
" Egg salad. I love it." She sighed. " So, what do you mean painting? There are probably a lot of slytherins that have been into it."
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Post by Pyro Blackfire S5 on Mar 24, 2005 16:08:43 GMT
He looked around him. He hadnt really noticed, but it was pretty tranquil out. "Third year." He said to her question.
He stole a glance over at her painting. "I'm sure there has, but I havent seen any."
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