3 Mar 2020, 23:43
Of Music and Friends
Interacting with @Dallas Hunter
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[font=Bradley Hand ITC]It was a beautiful day. [/font]
[font=Bradley Hand ITC]That much was evident to Wren as she stepped outside into the bright spring air in her new Grunge look. The sun was shining the birds were chirping and Wren felt like singing. [/font]
[font=Bradley Hand ITC]"I was scared of dentists and the dark" she started. "I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations, Aaaall my friends are turning greeen" [/font]
[font=Bradley Hand ITC]By now she was belting the lyrics out to her favorite song, --Riptide by Vance Joy-- and she had no intention of stopping, despite the stares of her fellow housemate and year-mates you could call them. [/font]
[font=Bradley Hand ITC]"You're the magician's assistant in their dreeeams" [/font]
[font=Bradley Hand ITC]Wren was spinning around with her arms out, laughing at all the beauty around her. Currently, despite the recent loss of her great aunt Elizabeth, the world was perfect. Her mom was sending her new outfits she loved every single week. "You can't get more loved than I am," She thought.[/font]
[font=Bradley Hand ITC]"Oh, Ooooh, and they come unstuck" [/font]
[font=Bradley Hand ITC]She continued to sing and spin and laugh right until she bumped into someone. He had brown hair and looked a bit like the famous pop singer Shawn Mendes, Wren quickly apologized for her horrid singing and also for bumping into him. [/font]
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STAMINA: 6 EVASION: 5 STRENGTH: 6 WISDOM: 7 ARCANE POWER: 5
ACCURACY: 6
Wren Caster
"The future doesn't belong to the fainthearted; it belongs to the brave."
5 Mar 2020, 15:34
Of Music and Friends
Dallas was having a pretty good day. He just finished a exam in potions and he felt pretty good about it.
As he was walking, he looked down at the sketchbook he was holding. Sketching was something he would often do when he had free time, just sit down in an area where people were just doing their thing and draw what he saw. He had almost completely filled this notebook with pictures he had drawn since coming to Hogwarts.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't see the girl in front of him until he walked right into her and dropped his notebook. He started to apologize but she already was, saying something about how she was sorry about her singing.
Dallas didn't want to seem clueless and admit that he hadn't even heard her, so he said what came to his mind, "Oh no, it's fine, I actually thought your voice was really nice."
Dallas thought to himself: Way to go, idiot. Now she's probably going to start talking to you about music. You have no clue when it comes to anything musical. Drawing, sketching, and the occasional painting is the only thing you know about when it comes to art.
The girl bent down to pick up his notebook that he had dropped and stopped to look at the page that it had flipped open to. He looked down at it and it was a picture of her. He had drawn it one day during dinner, she was surrounded by other Gryffindors, laughing at something one of them had said.
Dallas turned bright red. Great, now this girl is going to think I'm a freak and a stalker.
As he was walking, he looked down at the sketchbook he was holding. Sketching was something he would often do when he had free time, just sit down in an area where people were just doing their thing and draw what he saw. He had almost completely filled this notebook with pictures he had drawn since coming to Hogwarts.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't see the girl in front of him until he walked right into her and dropped his notebook. He started to apologize but she already was, saying something about how she was sorry about her singing.
Dallas didn't want to seem clueless and admit that he hadn't even heard her, so he said what came to his mind, "Oh no, it's fine, I actually thought your voice was really nice."
Dallas thought to himself: Way to go, idiot. Now she's probably going to start talking to you about music. You have no clue when it comes to anything musical. Drawing, sketching, and the occasional painting is the only thing you know about when it comes to art.
The girl bent down to pick up his notebook that he had dropped and stopped to look at the page that it had flipped open to. He looked down at it and it was a picture of her. He had drawn it one day during dinner, she was surrounded by other Gryffindors, laughing at something one of them had said.
Dallas turned bright red. Great, now this girl is going to think I'm a freak and a stalker.
when life gives you lemons, make orange juice and then watch as the world wonders how you did it.
12 Mar 2020, 00:10
Of Music and Friends
[font=Bradley Hand ITC]This strange mysterious boy looked like a fresh beet, pulled right out of the ground. [/font]
[font=Bradley Hand ITC]He was red. That much was evident to Wren as she bent down to pick up this boy’s dropped sketchbook. It had flipped open to a page and it seemed to Wren that it was her. Man was this boy a good drawer. He had captured her in the heat of the moment laughing at something her friend next to her had said. [/font]
[font=Bradley Hand ITC]“You’re really good.” [/font]
[font=Bradley Hand ITC]She was astonished, at how good he really was. She was flipping through his book, looking at all the other people and things he had drawn. He seemed to capture things as he saw them. Wren, well, Wren could not draw to save her f-ing life. Man, she didn’t really wish she could draw, so, she left that to the people who had any sort of patience. Apparently this boy either had no life or stayed up at night drawing the many things in his head. [/font]
[font=Bradley Hand ITC]“Dude, these are like really good.” [/font]
[font=Bradley Hand ITC]She thought that he might (Impossibly) get even redder than that, which would be pushing unhealthy. [/font]
[font=Bradley Hand ITC]“Ok, she started sounding genuinly astonished,"did you take lessons or something or do you just have natural talent?”[/font]
STAMINA: 6 EVASION: 5 STRENGTH: 6 WISDOM: 7 ARCANE POWER: 5
ACCURACY: 6
Wren Caster
"The future doesn't belong to the fainthearted; it belongs to the brave."