Post by Luke Dallan H7 on Jul 20, 2006 20:37:30 GMT
With a heavy sigh Luke turned to lay flat on his back while pulling the sheets over his shoulders at the same time. His blue eyes stood out in the dark as they just stared at the ceiling. Luke couldn't sleep. It had been like this ever since his mother Claire died. There were some nights when he dreamed of her. It had been so long, and he should have been able to cope, but it was hard. Luke didn’t even want to know how his father and older brother felt. Julien was Claire’s soul mate and Ryder was the first born. All Luke wanted was to see her again, hear her voice, and feel her touch. Turning over on his side, Luke stared out of the window. All the rows of houses lights were still off and it was still dark outside. The sun would be coming up in about an hour and Luke didn’t know if he could get back to sleep. Turning once against on his other side, he closed his eyes hoping to drift off into sleep. His body was already wide awake and couldn’t take anymore sleep. With a defeated sigh, Luke threw the covers off, standing from his bed, letting out a loud yawn while stretching. Pulling on a pair of dark jeans with holes in the knees and paint stains, Luke also took out a black shirt with his favorite Quidditch team logo on it. Running his hands through his short hair, he quietly made his way down the stairs. Everyone was still sleeping, and Luke didn’t want to be the person who woke everyone up so early. On the office table was a sketch book with a pencil securely trapped in the rings. Picking up the book Luke left the house and into the cold night
He only had to walk a couple blocks up the streets before reaching a large field of sunflowers. There was a large oak tree toward the end of fields where he saw families and couples have picnics at. Sitting down on the cool grass he leaned his back into the wood while resting his head back. A cool morning breeze went by his face ruffling his short brown hair. Luke always loved to sit out in the fields. He would just watch everyone that passed by and drawl or maybe even play some cords of the muggle guitar. His father knew how to play and was teaching him in his free time. The field was also were a great place to play a little Quidditch, and was the exact place where Julien taught his son’s. It was always common seeing people ride on brooms here, since they lived in a wizarding village unknown to muggles. Taking out his sketch book, Luke opened it up to a fresh clean page. The sun was just beginning to rise brining in the morning light. His pencil than slowly began to make an outline of everything. First the outline was of the sun than the sunflowers. Luke always liked to make an outline, than add more details, and then he would finish it off by adding color. It was a simply three step plan he followed all the time.
Luke added the final touches of the picture before setting the pencil back in the ring clasps. Looking at the artwork he smiled proudly. He was an ok artist, but he only really drawled just to keep things off his minds. It was something that he wanted to do when older. Bringing the front cover of the book down on the pages, he stood up from the ground, his bones giving a little crack. Luke didn’t know how long he had been drawling but it looked to be about late in the morning. The sun was shinning brightly bringing in that warm weather. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, but a warm breeze went by. Luke made her way back down the main street toward the Dallan house. Brooms were outside magically sweeping door steps and little kids were playing exploding snap in yards. Once reaching the house, Luke opened the front door and entered the kitchen. Julien was sitting down at the head of the kitchen table reading The Daily Prophet and sipping a cup of coffee. “Good morning dad,” Luke said with a smile noticing that Ryder was also awake and making something in the kitchen. He was about to take a seat down at the table before noticing a picture of his mother on the shelf that hung on the walls. There were other pictures inside there too, but that was the only one that caught Luke’s eyes. Taking a seat down in the chair he leaned back in it so only two legs were on the floor. “Luke please sit right in that chair. I don’t need you to break your neck today.” Julien said from behind the newspaper while turning the page. Sighing Luke put all four legs back down on the floor and setting his sketch book on the table. “What’s for breakfast?” he finally asked his stomach growling. He would probably have to make his own, but it was worth a shot.
He only had to walk a couple blocks up the streets before reaching a large field of sunflowers. There was a large oak tree toward the end of fields where he saw families and couples have picnics at. Sitting down on the cool grass he leaned his back into the wood while resting his head back. A cool morning breeze went by his face ruffling his short brown hair. Luke always loved to sit out in the fields. He would just watch everyone that passed by and drawl or maybe even play some cords of the muggle guitar. His father knew how to play and was teaching him in his free time. The field was also were a great place to play a little Quidditch, and was the exact place where Julien taught his son’s. It was always common seeing people ride on brooms here, since they lived in a wizarding village unknown to muggles. Taking out his sketch book, Luke opened it up to a fresh clean page. The sun was just beginning to rise brining in the morning light. His pencil than slowly began to make an outline of everything. First the outline was of the sun than the sunflowers. Luke always liked to make an outline, than add more details, and then he would finish it off by adding color. It was a simply three step plan he followed all the time.
Luke added the final touches of the picture before setting the pencil back in the ring clasps. Looking at the artwork he smiled proudly. He was an ok artist, but he only really drawled just to keep things off his minds. It was something that he wanted to do when older. Bringing the front cover of the book down on the pages, he stood up from the ground, his bones giving a little crack. Luke didn’t know how long he had been drawling but it looked to be about late in the morning. The sun was shinning brightly bringing in that warm weather. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, but a warm breeze went by. Luke made her way back down the main street toward the Dallan house. Brooms were outside magically sweeping door steps and little kids were playing exploding snap in yards. Once reaching the house, Luke opened the front door and entered the kitchen. Julien was sitting down at the head of the kitchen table reading The Daily Prophet and sipping a cup of coffee. “Good morning dad,” Luke said with a smile noticing that Ryder was also awake and making something in the kitchen. He was about to take a seat down at the table before noticing a picture of his mother on the shelf that hung on the walls. There were other pictures inside there too, but that was the only one that caught Luke’s eyes. Taking a seat down in the chair he leaned back in it so only two legs were on the floor. “Luke please sit right in that chair. I don’t need you to break your neck today.” Julien said from behind the newspaper while turning the page. Sighing Luke put all four legs back down on the floor and setting his sketch book on the table. “What’s for breakfast?” he finally asked his stomach growling. He would probably have to make his own, but it was worth a shot.
