Open Where Inspiration Arises

[Fiorella Matisse]

Fiorella couldn't quite decide whether she was more happy or upset that she was at Hogwarts. She was happy to get away from her family, but at the same time she was upset that she had share a room with several students. She didn't have many friends, and was starting to feel lonely. To top it off, school had not been what she had expected. The castle was too big, the classes seemed like it was going to be difficult, and the Professors were really strict. As much as she hated home and her family, Ella found herself wanting to return home. Was it weird that she felt homesick even though she hated being at home before this? She had looked forward to attending school, and now it was the opposite.

Ella had never been to this corner of the Lakefront. She sat on an empty rock, taking out a leather notebook and a quill. Ella had started writing short stories when she was younger as a way to cope after her fathers death. It was the only activity that she actually enjoyed. Reading the memoriam plaque of Rose Landers had inspired her. The girl opened her notebook to an empty page and started scribbling furiously. It had been awhile since she was this inspired.

 

[Rhys Garner]

Rhys was neutral about being back at Hogwarts. While the break had been nice, he didn't really mind being back at school already and was interested to see what sort of spells they would be learning in the upcoming year. The second year had his sketchbook hugged under one arm as he wandered through the Hogwarts garden. It wasn't the first time he had come here to find something nice to sketch, but all the plants and flowers usually offered a good subject and it was useful to practice drawing them when he could.

His eyes were on a swivel as he looked for something which grabbed his interest, but the first thing which did was not actually a plant, but a girl. There was someone sat in front of the rosebush and she appeared to be writing something. Instantly, the journalist in him was curious, quickly moving to stand just behind the younger-looking girl. "Are you writing anything interesting?" He asked softly just after a moment, trying to keep his voice down so he didn't end up accidentally startling her.

 

[Fiorella Matisse]

Fiorella found herself not writing a single time after arriving at Hogwarts. Finding inspiration proved to be a challenge and it seemed like she was facing her first writers block. She loved writing short stories and her incapability of coming up with anything creative disappointed the first year. Determined to write again, Ella had made up her mind to go for a walk that morning. And she was thankful she did as her creative juices had started to flow again. At least she didn't lose her special touch. That had worried her for days.

The heroine in her story was similar to Rose Landers, both girls had died at a young age. Her heroine was trying to save her village from a monster. Ella had so many ideas in her head, and she was getting excited. This was the exact feeling writing gave her, it was almost like an euphoria. Ella was about to start the second paragraph of the story when she head a voice from behind her. The girl turned back, recognizing the other student. She had seen him before, at the Great Hall after she got sorted into Slytherin. However they had not talked prior to this.

"Just a story about a heroine finding ways to save her village. Spoiler, she dies in the end." Ella replied, slightly tilting her notebook towards him.

 

[Rhys Garner]

Rhys had never been much of a creative story writer. He was a journalist at heart, just like his dad, always finding the truth of the matter and writing things just how they were. A good journalist shouldn't twist the truth or try and spin things one way or the other, it was their job to remain neutral and just state the facts exactly how they were. Which did mean he just didn't really have the creative mind to come up with his own stories. Not that this had ever really bothered Rhys very much as he had never had the itch to write his own story in the first place.

As the girl explained, Rhys tilted his head a little to the side, eyes dancing over what she had already written down for just a moment. "I thought heroines in stories were supposed to end up saving the day at the end," just having it end with the main character dying without even accomplishing their goal just sounded really lame.