New aquantances (Scott and anyone)

[lydiarivers]

Lydia strutted down hallway like someone on the runway would. Watching several first years run out of her way, she made sure to toss a severe sneer towards them. However, at this moment, Lydia was on her way to explore her softer her side. The brown canvas bag that graced her right side was full of paints, brushes, pencils, and almost every artistic supply you could think of. Thank god she had learned the carry all charm in her third year, she would head to the grounds most days with her back hunched over carrying the loathsome burden. Very un-Slytherin like. With this bag, she could carry all of her supplies with ease.

Heading out the door, she went to an area near the lake that she liked to set up her equipment. On her way, she hexed a Hufflepuff. Lydia smiled vindictively as boils began to poke up on the girl's face. She ran off.

Still snickering, she pulled her easal out of her bag and set it up. The unfinished painting that she pulled out next was really a work of art. Only one Slytherin knew she painted, at that was Pyro The-Muggle-Loving-Blackfire. She really didn't want many people to know she spent her afternoons doing this, but it calmed the restless soul. Filling up her palette with a few complimentary colors, she took her brush and set to work.

[dogydude]

Scott was on his way to the lake he saw a person painting he went over to her and said "nice painting". Scott was thinking I didn't know slytherins painted. Scott was glad to see a slytherin that liked to paint Scott also liked to paint. Scott asked if he could join in.

[lydiarivers]

Lydia was interrupted from her sweet reverie as a small Ravenclaw came up and approached her about painting. Looking down her nose at the intrusion, her lip curled into a twisted smile. " No," was her tert reply. How dare he interrupt her?! Impudent mudblood!

Turning back to her work, she continued to watch him out of the corner of her eye. Won't he go away! She thought to herself.

[dogydude]

Scott was talking to a slytherin who was not that nice for a painter. He watched the lake and sat down on the grass that was so soft. " Aren't you amazed the lake looks so nice?" he said. He brought his waterbottle full of pop. He drinked some of it. "Ah this stuff sucks!" he told himself. "What has your home work been on latley?" he asks.

[Jack Rendel S5]

Jack strode over the lawn, moving at a quick pace. He was so bored. He wanted to do something, or perhaps, make fun of someone. He heading towards a girl who looked older than him, and a boy that looked about his age. This could be...fun, Jack thought, as he kicked some grass up as he walked. When he saw the girl was painting, he didn't really care. He just looked it over quickly and then stood over her. Suddenly, he relized this girl must be a Slytherin. He had seen her in the common room before....

"What are you doing?" Jack asked sharply. He didn't know Slytherins like himself do painting. He thought that was for mudbloods and other scum. Aparrently he was wrong.

[dogydude]

"She is painting" Scott said thinking that the guy was asking him."You have a problem with it?" he said angerly.