Troy Cantor
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- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Effie
- Wand
- [Alakaslam] Curved 11 1/2 Inch Sturdy Laurel Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 2/2029
Although the Great Hall was the best place that Troy had ever had a meal, the first year Hufflepuff decided to have his first breakfast at Hogwarts elsewhere, in order to see more of his new school before his first class. He took two slices of French toast and made his way outside the large oak doors to the courtyard. The sunrays cascaded over the paved quadrangle and people were out to enjoy the sunny weather. Troy noticed some older students playing some kind of game that reminded him that of marbles and went closer to check it out. It looked fun and he was about to ask if he could join when one of the players lost and his marble (or gobstone as the students called it) spat a putrid liquid on him, soaking his robes.
Troy preferred to keep his uniform clean for today so he left the laughing group and went for one of the empty benches to finish his breakfast. He took a bite of the first slice of toast as he took out of his backpack his sketchbook. He started flipping through its pages to browse his past illustrations and reminisce the memories he had captured with them. He brushed the crumbs from his pants, scattering them on the ground and took the second one. Chewing down his bite, he realized he had left a few unfinished illustrations that he had forgotten of. It was then that his peripheral vision caught sight of a little sparrow. It landed before his feet and warily approached to start pecking at the crumbs.
He looked back at his sketchbook as the soft breeze turned its pages to a blank one and he knew what he had to do. Carefully not to scare away the bird, he took a pencil from his backpack and crumbled the remaining of his second slice for it to have more to peck at. It proved to be a feisty sparrow. Not only it didn't fly away but with little hops it actually came closer. Troy got down to work immediately. He knew he didn't have much time to waste so he started by outlining the bird's trunk in the form of tilted oval and then draw its head as a circle and the tail, a triangle. He really got into it, blocking any other stimulus around him. He had blocked the voices and laughs of the boys playing with the gobstones, not far away from his bench. He could only hear just the scratching of his pencil's tip on the thin paper of the sketchbook and watch gray lines and curves slowly forming the winged creature before him.
Troy was working on defining the shape of the trunk and the tail by applying firmer pencil strokes. His green eyes were shifting feverishly from his sketchbook to the tiny bird as he was drawing the wings. He erased some of the excess lines he no longer needed with the pencil's eraser and he was about to work on the details of the head and beak but when he looked back at the subject of his illustration, he saw a brown blur flying off. Someone had approached him and scared the sparrow away. Downhearted, he looked down at his sketch book then the person who just reached him. Another illustration left unfinished.
Troy preferred to keep his uniform clean for today so he left the laughing group and went for one of the empty benches to finish his breakfast. He took a bite of the first slice of toast as he took out of his backpack his sketchbook. He started flipping through its pages to browse his past illustrations and reminisce the memories he had captured with them. He brushed the crumbs from his pants, scattering them on the ground and took the second one. Chewing down his bite, he realized he had left a few unfinished illustrations that he had forgotten of. It was then that his peripheral vision caught sight of a little sparrow. It landed before his feet and warily approached to start pecking at the crumbs.
He looked back at his sketchbook as the soft breeze turned its pages to a blank one and he knew what he had to do. Carefully not to scare away the bird, he took a pencil from his backpack and crumbled the remaining of his second slice for it to have more to peck at. It proved to be a feisty sparrow. Not only it didn't fly away but with little hops it actually came closer. Troy got down to work immediately. He knew he didn't have much time to waste so he started by outlining the bird's trunk in the form of tilted oval and then draw its head as a circle and the tail, a triangle. He really got into it, blocking any other stimulus around him. He had blocked the voices and laughs of the boys playing with the gobstones, not far away from his bench. He could only hear just the scratching of his pencil's tip on the thin paper of the sketchbook and watch gray lines and curves slowly forming the winged creature before him.
Troy was working on defining the shape of the trunk and the tail by applying firmer pencil strokes. His green eyes were shifting feverishly from his sketchbook to the tiny bird as he was drawing the wings. He erased some of the excess lines he no longer needed with the pencil's eraser and he was about to work on the details of the head and beak but when he looked back at the subject of his illustration, he saw a brown blur flying off. Someone had approached him and scared the sparrow away. Downhearted, he looked down at his sketch book then the person who just reached him. Another illustration left unfinished.