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Post by ANNELIESE PORTIA VAISEY on Dec 11, 2011 2:02:10 GMT -6
It was a bit late to be heading out rather than down toward the dungeons, curfew started after supper and knowing that what she had intentions of doing would keep her out well past then might not have set well with Anneliese but such inspiration and opportunity didn’t come as often as one might have suspected. The sunset was well on its course, half over by the time she had managed to gather everything that she needed into a rucksack and tote it all the way up to the Astronomy Tower. The contents bounced gingerly against her back with every poised step she took on the stairs, each flight that Anneliese passed mounting her excitement as that feeling of doing something that she shouldn’t, her being out past curfew not the activity she had in mind, making her rather giddy.
Some might have said that it was silly for her to be so attracted by something so insignificant but for someone like Anneliese who always did as they were told, followed rules and regulations to the letter, was a bit of a control freak, and an all around saint- it wasn’t so insignificant after all. Finally reaching the open space that was the Astronomy Tower she began to set things up in that same compulsive manner of perfection as she always did. The easel was first extending the tripod legs to their full height to position it in the exact spot that would allow her to capture the scene she wanted. Setting a fresh canvas on it she next pulled out the rest of the supplies putting a good amount of different coloured paint on the palette, poured a little paint thinner in a cup, got the assorted brushes and knives out as well.
Looking out at the mountains that could be viewed in the distance Anneliese tenderly ran a hand over the blank canvas enjoying the textured feel of it before grabbing a large brush and coating it with a base coat of white to get started. The way that the sunset shrouded the mountains in light and shadow was magnificent and Anneliese could only hope that she did it appropriate justice. She waited a little bit for the white to dry, in the meantime mixing a lovely grey colour to get started on the mountains. Taking a narrowed palette knife up Anneliese touched the grey paint to the canvas stroking it downward at an angle to start to capture the shadows of the mountains.
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Post by bradley on Dec 12, 2011 9:19:36 GMT -6
Bradley didn’t know where the time had gone. It seemed as he had fallen asleep in September and woke up in January. These last few months had been crazy. With the tournament and studying for his exams, he was working harder than he ever had in the past seven years he had been at Hogwarts. Although NEWTs were still so far away it didn’t stop the panic from settling in. What on earth was he going to do once he left? Would he go back home for a while or try to find a roommate in London?
The questions on his mind had been keeping him awake. And he was unable to take it any longer. Just when he thought he might finally be able to fall asleep at a decent hour the thoughts just had to linger. Sure he could have always tried to find Lyra but she had been just as busy as him with quidditch and her boyfriend. Likely she was on her way to sleep and he would have felt bad bothering her. Finally unable to take it he pulled a sweatshirt over his head and left the Hufflepuff dormitory in search of something, anything that might just make him relaxed enough to sleep.
Carefully he walked through the dungeons, taking care to avoid any Slytherins who may be sneaking around. After the last thing he and Lyra had done to them he didn’t feel much like having a run in with one of them. Especially the one who looked like a troll. Following his feet he didn’t put much thought in where to go. Wherever he ended up was just fine. He really wasn’t worried about getting caught or detention, the professor or prefect who caught him probably wouldn’t be too surprised.
Finally he found himself entering the astronomy tower. It had been ages since he had been up here last. Probably a year or more. Only he wasn’t the only one who had decided to take a trip up to the tower. Already in the room was a girl, and he thought she was painting although he couldn’t see all that well from where he was standing. Bradley decided to wait. He didn’t want to disturb her but he didn’t exactly want to head back down to the dungeons either. So wait it was.
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Post by ANNELIESE PORTIA VAISEY on Dec 13, 2011 21:12:15 GMT -6
It was easy to get lost in art, Anneliese had always felt that it was the same notion for all that even so much as dabbled, though despite such commonalities to each there was a different essence about it. For her those moments lost into the ether of raw expressionism were relaxing, they seemed to soothe a troubled mind and pacify every worry. The perfectionist in her seemed to feud with the strong sense of logic that the girl held. As there was no such thing as perfection, but in the subjective term, it was irrational of her to have that great a necessity for things to be in a certain order. Life was spasmodic and unpredictable so the redundancy of what Anneliese held dear wasn’t lost on her in the least. When it came to painting, or her sketches, or playing the harp none of that seemed to matter. She was on a level playing field, so to speak and indulgence of the sublime was the reward that she relished in.
No surprise came to Anneliese that she hadn’t noticed someone sneak into the Astronomy Tower. The soft sound of the knife scrapping against the canvas and a sweetly melodic tune hummed softly behind her lips was the only sound that Anneliese was conscious to. If the boy had made any noise on his venture up it hadn’t reached the private bubble that had formed around her serendipity. Taking in the breath taking view, gradually watching as it was mimicked- through her own point of view rather than carbon copy- on the canvas, if she had known that he was there, that he was simply waiting for her to come out of her own world and acknowledge him, Anneliese would have been dreadful with guilt for being so rude as to ignore him for any length of time.
However long it was, five minutes- fifteen? Anneliese finally did feel his presence in the room. Rather than it being a nuisance or something that would have taken away her inspiration, she found it most pleasant. A wandering eye directed around the room, breaking away from her concentration of the painting, to find the culprit behind the favourable vibe. Only when her back was turned to her painting did she find what she was looking for, a very strapping young man standing quietly in the room. A delicate smile slipped onto her lips letting her gaze move over his face to properly take in his handsome features. Six years in a castle filled with so many people made it difficult to place each and every one, but a familiarity of recognition was there with this boy.
”Apologies, I wasn’t aware I had audience.” Her upbringing had demanded her to be cordial in all aspects of life and Anneliese honoured her parents request of her. Aside from that she had always been a kind-hearted person. ”Would you care for a closer look?” It seemed the thing to do in such a situation as the pair found themselves. If he was going to observe her, and it wasn’t too much trouble on his end, Anneliese much rather preferred he be up close and personal for the experience. Sharing the joy that painting gave her with others, if she could, made it all that much better in her opinion.
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