Writing Eases the Mind PV Closed

James held a small envelope in his hand as he climbed the stairs to the owlery. Reaching the top of the stairs, he strolled straight to the window, unaware of his surroundings, admiring the fresh scent of the air and the sound of the fluttering owls. Tying his letter to his owl, he sent it off, soaring into the bright sky and watched it till it was out of sight. James rested his arms on the windowsill, closing his eyes and letting the soft breeze blow lightly on his face. He made his way down to the courtyard, planning to get some fresh air befor waiting for his friends. Sitting down on a bench it was not until then that he noticed a girl who was sitting in the corner. She appeared to be writing something, well at least James thought so, she had her quill and parchment out, and seemed to be lost in thought, scribbling away. The girl had dark hair that fell over her face, as she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration. The girl paused, then looked up, now apparently aware that there was someone there with her. She glanced around and spotted James staring at her. James jumped as she looked up and flushed, “Sorry, didn't mean to, intrude...I...I was just curious to what you were writing or drawing…” He trailed off, his usual air of humble confidence lacking horribly. He was usually like this when he met new people. Although from a glance he looked bold, confident and very outgoing, he usually only demonstrated these qualities once comfortable with the person, at first he was always shy and awkward. (OOC NOTE: He is kind of like Cedric Diggory to be honest-ha ha ) He shuffled his feet and played with his fingers, still aware of the girl looking up at him, and waited patiently for her response, staring at his shoes.

"Oh my gosh your the guy I spilled my punch on at the Valentine's Party.." James screwed up his brain, trying to remember. Before he could respond however, she answered his earlier query "oh I'm writing to my mum, but I do draw as well sometimes, mainly magical creatures because I think they are fascinating." James' eyes widened in surprise, he loved magical creatures too, he was always reading up about them, other times he drew them-he was quite talented when it came to drawing. He temporarily forgot his embarrassment and said "Me too! I find magical creatures really fascinating! I'm obsessed with them!" His face brightened, "That and quidditch of course!" He added with a chuckle. "Here" He said, reaching for his bag and extracting a few books, "These are a few I have that I've been carrying around. I like to read them in my spare time." He walked over to Annie and sat down on the floor next to her, leaning his head back so that his light brown hair was ruffled slightly. He turned to beam at her, his hazel eyes bright and soft with kindness. Opening one of the books turned to the chapters on exotic magical creatures, skimming the pictures to find ones similar to the beautiful pictures she had drawn.

James smiled at her friendly, talkative nature, “Im James. James Cadwell. Im a first year, not a prefect or anything yet” He stared into her pretty light blue eyes and noticed that in the light of the sunny courtyard he could see golden brown and green flecks within them. She showed him a few sketches from her notebook and James stared at them in awe. This girl was definitely an artist. She looked hesitantly up to him and James beamed at her, “they are amazing! Better than I could ever draw for sure! Do you show anybody else these? I’m sure there is an art club at hogwarts or something right? You should take part your really good!” He suddenly jumped as though remembering something, “you said you play quidditch don’t you? Like on the team?” He pulled a miniature charm out from his bag. It was a miniature fugue dressed in gryffindor quidditch robes and when James let it go, it zoomed around about 10 feet, before flying back into his palm. “Pretty cool huh?” He put it carefully back in his bag. “ I’m going to give it to one of my best friends Ariana Walker, it’s her birthday soon you see, 16th April” James leant back once again leaning against the wall and smiling at Annie expectantly, “so tell me about quidditch? I’m not on the team but I love it! I play it a lot at home though”