Slight Sunshine Closed

@Jane Victoria

The sound of the trees swaying with the wind comforted Brielle. Whenever she was stressed, she could find herself letting everything go under her favorite tree. As today was like no other, she sat under the large tree, some that call it the Whomping Willow.

With the slight breeze blowing her blonde locks to the side, she smiled as she watched the other students converse on the grounds. Some were just coming from classes, others were on Broomsticks chasing and racing each other. This was one of her favorite things to do. To see the positive energy at Hogwarts. It gave her a sense of pride, to be able to participate in something so...wonderful. As she reached into her bag, she pulled out her sketch book. Just recently Brielle had enrolled in Art Class, and she had a big project due the next day. Brielle figured she could sketch the lovely view of the Grounds, and use oil paints to really give the picture life. She had quite a knack for art, and she was very talented with it as well. The sketch had already been done, so now she was starting the painting process. As she set a few oil paints down in front of her, she grabbed a very precise brush and began outlining her pencil marks.

Brielle was humming to the music playing on her phone, currently listening to Cliche by Mxmtoon. She was almost done with her work as a blue haired student recklessly made their way toward her. She saw that they were playing a game of frisbee, and they were going after the flying disk. Brielle chose to ignore them, figuring they would make way around her.

Though they didn't.

The student crashed right into Brielle, falling right infront of her. As Brielle was left a bit shaken up, she gasped at the horror she saw in front of her. Her painting. The painting she worked many hours on, had been smeared beyond recognition. She quickly then rushed to her feet, grabbing the painting. After realizing that she could not fix it, she scowled at the person that had collided with her.

Brielle was livid, and couldn't control her anger. With her face red as ever, she marched up to them, showing them her now ruined piece of artwork.
"What in the bloody hell? Do you realize what you've done?" She began shouting. As she caught hold of herself, she quietly sighed and backed away from them, seeing how tensed they had been. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have- I didn't mean to scream like that." She had said softly.