Post by Cyan on Dec 19, 2010 21:56:34 GMT -5
Cyan stretched, gathering up his goodies as he headed up to the library. A convenient thing about living in the basement (slytherin common room) was that one only had to go up to find other places, and one only had to head downward to try and reach one's dorm. In other words, getting lost wasn't a big worry.
The third-year fourteen-year-old boy trotted along. All of his classes had either been on the grounds (he had no idea why since it was bloody cold outside) or on one of the easily-accessed lower areas of the castle.
In other words, he had not a clue how to get around in the towers, but he could easily find the library.
He peeked in and glanced around. It didn't look too busy. But, hey, it was like nine in the morning or something? He'd just had a bowl of cereal for breakfast, and he was raring to go!
Cyan would've liked to find Phugs and harass him somewhere, but he hadn't seen him around lately.Something about the man behind the PC not posting too much lately. Therefore, instead of pestering that poor dude, Cyan decided he'd just play by himself for now.
He invaded the massive library and scuttled to the very back, snatching a table by a window in the great beyond and plopped his goods down on it.
What were his goods? One pencil, one beautiful white eraser, and a lovely sketchbook.
This was art. It was all about elegance.
Pulling out a chair, he opened his book to a blank page, and had at it. He was vaguely aware of snow coming down outside. Perhaps it would get really intense, but exactly how bad could it get?
Cyan dove into his work, blue eyes intensely focused on his paper. Occasionally, he pushed a lock of brown curls behind his ears, but his hands were usually busy. Cyan's left held the glorious pencil, and his right sometimes grappled with the eraser. Once in a while, he would cast a spell to sharpen the wooden pencil, but he usually just kept his wand in the pocket of his robe.
He sketched a picture of Niobe Wattson, a sixth year from hufflepuff he met during charms. He sketched out her figure (was it too curvy?), threw on some clothes, and eventually settled into working on the background. He made the lines around her eyes thick with makeup. Feathers sprouted from her thighs, shoulder, and collar bone. Wings came from her back (he'd redrawn those connections a few time, how tiring). Niobe's face was worried, her shoulders slouched a little as she held out a floating feather above her palms. Her dress was torn, and a bra strap peaked out (meaning he wouldn't be showing this to anybody from around here on purpose). She stood with her anxious expression in a cracked, breaking temple. Columns stood at either side of herwith sloppy lines that looked like the author for this post was becoming severely annoyed with his/her/its tablet and was about to throw it out the window and suggested the primary number three. Loopy clouds floated about, and a crescent moon peaked over one of them.
Cyan wasn't sure how long he worked at it, but anywhere from minutes to hours could have passed. Considering all the redrawing and erasing he had to put up with, several hours had probably gone by.
However, this slytherin lad, as merrily oblivious as always, was so involved in his doodle that he had no idea what was going on around him.
He sighed, closing his eyes and stretching out his hands, lazily flexing his fingers.
Whoooo, he thought. Maybe he should color it sometime?
The third-year fourteen-year-old boy trotted along. All of his classes had either been on the grounds (he had no idea why since it was bloody cold outside) or on one of the easily-accessed lower areas of the castle.
In other words, he had not a clue how to get around in the towers, but he could easily find the library.
He peeked in and glanced around. It didn't look too busy. But, hey, it was like nine in the morning or something? He'd just had a bowl of cereal for breakfast, and he was raring to go!
Cyan would've liked to find Phugs and harass him somewhere, but he hadn't seen him around lately.
He invaded the massive library and scuttled to the very back, snatching a table by a window in the great beyond and plopped his goods down on it.
What were his goods? One pencil, one beautiful white eraser, and a lovely sketchbook.
This was art. It was all about elegance.
Pulling out a chair, he opened his book to a blank page, and had at it. He was vaguely aware of snow coming down outside. Perhaps it would get really intense, but exactly how bad could it get?
Cyan dove into his work, blue eyes intensely focused on his paper. Occasionally, he pushed a lock of brown curls behind his ears, but his hands were usually busy. Cyan's left held the glorious pencil, and his right sometimes grappled with the eraser. Once in a while, he would cast a spell to sharpen the wooden pencil, but he usually just kept his wand in the pocket of his robe.
He sketched a picture of Niobe Wattson, a sixth year from hufflepuff he met during charms. He sketched out her figure (was it too curvy?), threw on some clothes, and eventually settled into working on the background. He made the lines around her eyes thick with makeup. Feathers sprouted from her thighs, shoulder, and collar bone. Wings came from her back (he'd redrawn those connections a few time, how tiring). Niobe's face was worried, her shoulders slouched a little as she held out a floating feather above her palms. Her dress was torn, and a bra strap peaked out (meaning he wouldn't be showing this to anybody from around here on purpose). She stood with her anxious expression in a cracked, breaking temple. Columns stood at either side of her
Cyan wasn't sure how long he worked at it, but anywhere from minutes to hours could have passed. Considering all the redrawing and erasing he had to put up with, several hours had probably gone by.
However, this slytherin lad, as merrily oblivious as always, was so involved in his doodle that he had no idea what was going on around him.
He sighed, closing his eyes and stretching out his hands, lazily flexing his fingers.
Whoooo, he thought. Maybe he should color it sometime?