A Rose So Sweet

[Tholomyes Fontaine]

Tholomyes had gathered flowers throughout the day, picking the dead or dying fallen flowers and gathering them up, he couldn't really figure out why, but in the little box he was using to carry them was such an array of colours that Theo felt like the only thing he could do was draw them, express them on the page, the Ravenclaw had been so happy to be back at school, and so eager to see Emma, he had scarcely not spoken of her during the holidays, about how amazing she was, the boy was so smitten with her, and in his mind he knew that this exchange would only ever be one sided. Theo doubted that she could even like a guy like him, it didn't matter all the time he had spent with her over the last semester, that didn't matter at all in Theo's mind, all he thought was that Emma, the girl with the smile he could almost say he truly loved.

The boy sat in the north tower, with the soft light of the darkening evening shining in the windows, as he laid out the flowers on the ground, placing them around him, in a variation of colours and textures, putting the odd dead leaf within the flowers, the odd dead flower, just mixing them all in together all around him, the boy spinning on his feet as he looked at it, looked at the way it was reflected, ignoring the fact he'd made such a mess. Tholomyes eventually sat down, though he reached over his work and from within his bag pulled out a sketchbook, opening it to a blank page and just sketching away, drawing out the flowers he'd placed in front of them, working to mimic the shape of the flower, he wanted to improve his own drawing skills and this was his first step especially since he didn't have any more art classes. It helped at least make him feel like his friendship and growing love of Emma not so pointless, mostly because he was drawing out the flowers, and his mind about how much he thought all his pictures were horrible, but he kept trying, and despite how awful he thought the pictures he was drawing, of the flowers, in different angles, different closeness, were that he was enjoying himself.
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[Emma Fontaine]

Emma Snow could hardly believe that she was a second year! She was so close to graduating now! Emma made her way up the stairs as she wondered on what she wanted to do for the day. Her skirt bounced against her legs as she skipped up the stairs, humming a tune because her singing was just terrible on so many levels. She got to listen to herself during the break and she wanted to strangle herself. Emma pulled her blazer closer to her body, as her blonde hair swayed back and forth over her back, and she smiled to herself as she thought of her friends. She had many! A few muggle-borns which she did not tell anyone about, and a pure-blood, which her brother was pleased. Her brother, Lucien, was made prefect. That was exciting news! Emma was happy for her brothers, and hoped that maybe she could get prefect too! Maybe if she stayed away from Orwell and his troublesome ways. Emma did not want to have to do that because the club was utterly amazing. She loved everything about flowers and planting gardens. She especially loved apples.

As soon as the second year Gryffindor arrived to the north tower, her blue eyes landed on an array of flowers scattered all around someone, but she didn't see that person yet. Instead, she admired the flowers before she noticed that they were surrounding someone. Emma cocked her head to the side before she recognized him. However, she blurted out in a very loud voice, "Theo!" She was utterly excited to see him! Emma immediately rushed toward him and threw her arms around his body. She could not believe her luck! She snuggled him for a moment, before she sat down next to him, while accidentally messing up his flowers, and peered over to see what he was drawing. He was really good! She looked at him once more and said, "I think my painting is good, but your drawing is just so amazing, Theo!" It was weird calling him that considering her brother was named Theodore and went by Theo too.​

 

[Tholomyes Fontaine]

Tholomyes had always thought that Hogwarts would include things like art classes, he'd never heard Victoire talk about them but he'd always thought they might exist, which had been why he'd been very surprised upon arriving that there really weren't any, the boy whose life prior had been filled with art had spent his first year only dabbling occasionally, but it had been after he'd been reunited with his paint set at home that he'd remembered how great it felt. Though currently, the Ravenclaw didn't think that anything he was drawing was particularly good he was still trying to do his best with it, the reason for the flower petals was just to try and improve specifically when drawing leaves and petals, to get a feel for them, a good look under the lights of the north tower to become better, and he was more than happy when at least one of his little sketches looked presentable enough for him to like it, which happened far less often than one might think, Theo was his own worst critic anything he did was terrible and just not good enough.

At the sound of someone familiar calling his name, the belgian boy looked up from his sketches just in time to watch Emma rush to his side and wrap her arms around him in a hug, he fell a little backwards from the force of it, but just smiled at her, "Emma," he said in a breath, he hadn't stopped thinking about her, and he felt something akin to love for her, though perhaps it was more puppy love than anything. He just sank into the snuggle as he found a smile reaching his face, a warmness of his heart and as she pulled away to sit down next to him, he just watched her barely able to take his eyes off her as her smile just lit up his world, watching her smile, watching how perfect she was. Embarrassed now at the mess of flowers and at the mess of his drawing, especially as she was looking at it, "I'm sure what you've painted is far better than this," he told her, "Draw with me," he turned the sketch book to a new page and pulled out a second pencil for Emma, offering it to her with a smile, picking up a flower and placing it on the centre of the page, he could barely take his eyes off her as he waited for her to begin drawing before he did.
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[Emma Fontaine]

Emma looked at the drawing in awe. Tholomyes was amazing. In every way. He could draw the most beautiful flowers! Art was normally not her thing, but she had a surprisingly good talent for it. She had spent some time with Valentin today before coming up here, and long since given up on her dream of becoming a singer since she could not hold a tune to save her life. Emma learned this after listening to other singers and then herself. It was rather embarrassing. Emma shrugged her shoulders, her huge smile faltering into a small one, “I’m decent at painting. The trouble is, holding my attention to it for longer than a few minutes. I get distracted really easily and never finish my paintings.” She turned her blue eyes to face him, before wondering what the secret to success was when it came down to finishing what one started. She was still so young right now, and had loads of room to grow. She just needed some time to get everything down. And her schoolwork was also a huge hassle at times. Emma was struggling because her attention span was not that great. Somehow, she could hold on to being around friends rather than school work.

But now, he was wanting her to draw with him. Maybe she could try to attempt it. Emma never tried to work with just a pencil because it was not colorful. Emma gently took the page from him, and a pencil. She may have been a pure-blood, but even she knew how these things worked. Emma took out a textbook and used it as a table. She looked at the flower that she could be drawing, and then at Tholomyes. She found a better subject. Delicately placing the pencil onto the paper, she started to do a rough sketch of Tholomyes, sketching a flower. Emma felt like humming, but she immediately found herself keeping quiet, so that the two of them could focus. Emma thought that this was really fun, and wanted nothing more than to just sit here with him. Every now and then, she would peek up at her subject, continue smiling, and then draw some more. Emma finally piped up, “How are things, Theo?”
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[Tholomyes Fontaine]

Tholomyes was surprised by her statement, he thought that no matter what a person painted it was likely to be beautiful and he thought that anything that she created had to be, much like how he figured she believed he was good at the sketching, but he just shook his head, "Leonardo Da Vinci rarely finished a painting," he told her which was always his favourite fact about the man, he had been a great everything, but his art had been something, it just had been rarely finished, since he got distracted and though he knew he wasn't anywhere near even the basic scale of good as him, it was always good to know that being distracted wasn't an exclusive thing or a bad thing that everyone distracted and had unfinished work, there were plenty of things which Theo left unfinished, that he started and then never touched again, it was a pretty easy thing to do in the end he imagined, and he often left his work when he didn't think it was good at all and didn't want to have to go through the process of finishing it to just throw it to the side anyway. He continued to lightly sketch as she began to draw with him and smile at her forming picture, she was good, but he knew she would be.

The young ravenclaw focused on his own picture of the flower, eventually raising a flower from the ground and turning it in his hand as he took in the light, the shape and overall texture of the plant so he could to sketch it better, just focusing on the picture rather really than on her, just her company to Theo was enough and he could see that her attention was being focused pretty well on what they were currently doing, which was exactly what he thought might happen, the comfortable silence between them. Tholomyes looked up at her at the question and then shrugged, it was a little of an odd question but he then shook his head briefly, "Things are good," he replied and glanced down at the sketch book picking up on the fact that she was drawing something that looked oddly like himself, but he assumed that it was someone else, he wasn't the best subject for art, "I mean, I miss my old school, I love magic but I miss art classes, and I miss speaking French and Flemish," he gave a small sigh, "But, I joined the quidditch team, and that's pretty fun," he tried to find the positive in that, that was a positive aspect of the school for him, "What about you?" he returned quickly more keen to hear about her.
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