A Pissed Painter{Sadie}

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A young dirty blond slytherin girl exited the school and headed for the courtyard. Her eyes looking from student to student hating each one she saw for different reasons. A few may have been from her house, but she didn't care. She didn't really know anyone, except for maybe a name from a class. She carried herself gracefully across the grounds until she reached the courtyard, not knowing, nor caring, what she was looking for. Finding herself a shadowed spot away from everyone she decided to sit.

She pulled out a piece of parchment from her bag along with a quill and an assortment of ink bottles. She scanned the grounds and courtyard for something that caught her eyes. Finally something did and she dipped her quill into the blue ink and took the quill to parchment and started drawing a sky, leaving space for clouds and a few other little items. She took her quill and took it to her tongue and looked back to her inspiration.

She then dipped her quill in her green ink and started drawing the tree leaves pausing every few moments to double check her work. Then she noticed something missing. The students had left. Charitie sighed and went back to her trees. She was going to finish with or without students. If anything good could be said about Charitie, it was that she could draw, and well.

[Sadie Rivers H6]

Sadie had been sitting up in the branches of a tree, something she tended to do when she needed time to herself, or just needed to think. It was a wonderful way to escape everything and everyone, and if dressed the right way, no one would ever notice that someone was in the tree. Sadie had decided that day, to climb up there and read. She had been trying to find the right spot to read all over the castle and the grounds. There was no where more perfect than the tree. Sadie had spent hours in the very same tree that she was now occupying, but it had been for different reasons. She could honestly admit that none of those reasons were ever hiding from a Slytherin. That was just not Sadie’s style; she might have come off as shy, and quiet. But she refused to hide from the Slytherins. What was the point, they would either get you right away, or if you managed to get away from them, they would make it worse on you the second time. Sadie just decided that the best thing to do was to finally stand up to them, and show them that not all Hufflepuffs were pushovers.

Sadie felt her tree shake suddenly, and looked down to find someone sitting at the base of it. From the top of the other student’s head, Sadie could tell that it wasn’t anyone she knew. She couldn’t recognize the style of clothing either, and she knew how to expect everyone of her friends to dress. Sadie sat quietly and watched as the girl began to paint and draw. Sadie began to wonder if the girl below her was Lacey, but then she knew that Lacey would more than likely enjoy drawing the green houses more than the Courtyard, and Sadie had never seen Lacey use paints while she drew, only pencils and pens. Leaning back against the huge trunk of the tree, Sadie decided to just sit and watch the girl, not saying a word until she knew something more about her.