🌻 Dutch | Shy | Painter | Co-Captain | 6th yr🌻
While Lars often made do with sketches or doodles in between his notes, his true passion was painting. So whenever he had some free time, he found his way to the Conglomerated Arts Room and grabbed a canvas and some paint. Usually he painted nature, flowers and plants, beautiful backdrops with some animals. But sometimes he liked going more abstract. Usually when he had a lot of feelings to work through, which was certainly the case now. But even after grabbing all the colors that were appealing to him and a piece of canvas big enough to work with easily, Lars couldn't really get started. Something was blocking him a bit, and he sighed, watching as a few drops of paint fell off his brush as it hovered over the canvas. It was almost like his mind was too full for painting, which was something he couldn't remember ever happening before. Aimlessly, Lars let the paint drip down onto the canvas randomly, watching quietly. He hoped it would spark some sort of inspiration in him, but somehow it didn't. His mind kept going to Blake, which made his stomach clench up with nerves. He wanted to see the Slytherin, but had no idea where things stood between them. Had Blake even thought of him, or was he over whatever had been between them already? It hadn't really been anything, Lars told himself. Just because Blake was gay didn't mean he was interested in Lars. But it was a thought he couldn't entirely let go, either.