Sketching

[Rose Bellard]

She got dressed and made her way down to the Great Hall. She had woken up pretty late so the Hall was emptying out. She sat down at the Gryffindor table and poured herself some orange juice. The school year was just beginning and Rose was glad to have a distraction. Staying at Kyle's house had been fun over the holidays. Exploring London had been a real treat, she had loved it there. She would love to return there. She had managed to find lodgings for herself. She was living in the Southern Part of France with one of her Mama's cousins. Rose knew her well as she had often visited and she had offered for Rose to stay with her. She had happily accepted and she had stayed there for the last two weeks of the holidays, sorting herself out and moving all her belongings down. She never tried to think about the reasons as to why she was moving. For some time she had only been crying herself to sleep over the holidays. She really missed her Papa, she just hoped he was getting better and all this pain was worth it because if he got better, Rose's life would almost be perfect.She had had a rough few weeks. She was dealing with it okay. The trip to London had really helped her not think about her recent move. She tried her best to distract herself, not think about her Papa and moving out. It only upset her and she was one who loved to enjoy life. She was usually so bubbly and happy and there was an obvious difference in her mood. She tried not to let it show and sometimes she genuinely was happy and her usual self. Today was a good day. She was planning on going to the cliffs. She would have a perfect view of the castle and she wanted to sketch it.

She finished her breakfast and headed back up to the dormitory. She added on her layers and grabbed her sketch pad and pencils . She then walked out of her dorm and passed the common room. She then walked down the stairs and out of the castle. The cold air made her shiver slightly but she had a smile on her face. Happy that she would be spending her next hour sketching the wonderful castle. There wasn't much people out and about. A few people were playing in the snow, making snow angels, snowmen and having snowball fights. Rose made sure to avoid the areas of snowball fights. She didn't want to get hit by a snowball anywhere as it can be quite painful. She walked quietly and happily to the cliffs.There was no one there thankfully. Rose found a suitable perch on a rock which she wiped the snow off. She sat down and took out a pencil and her sketch pad. She looked up and stared at the castle for a few moments before she got down to work.

 

[Preston Paine]

Preston had been happy to come back to school. When he had gone home, things had been odd. He hadn't been able to put his finger on it at first, but by the end of the summer, he had figured it out. His mom was gone a lot more than was even normal for her. And when she was around, she avoided any mention of her son's schooling, choosing to keep conversation on current events. Preston's father was the opposite, but even seemed to pick up that asking about magic in front of his wife was a big no-no. The man should have been born a wizard. Preston wished that his father could drop him off at school, but the man had to be content with the pictures that Preston had drawn for him of his classrooms, the grounds and the castle. He wished his mother had shown the same interest, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. Being back in Slytherin was like coming home. Preston had missed his roommates and was eager to redecorate in the second year dorms.

After eating breakfast, Preston had decided to go for a long walk. He couldn't swim just yet, but he eagerly awaited the weather changing so he could. Snow wasn't something he saw too often and he was surprised to see so much of it upon his return to school. He wasn't much for cold weather. His last good swim outside had been on the family's brief vacation to St. Lucia. He had surfed and things had almost been like old times win his parents. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Preston spotted a girl on the cliffs he was walking on. He didn't recognize her at all, but figured she wasn't from his house. He would have noticed a pretty girl like her. His crunching footsteps could hardly hide his presence, so he held up a hand in greeting. "What are you drawing?" Preston asked politely, gesturing to her supplies.