An Artist At Work

As she has promised herself, it was an afternoon... In between classes.... that she would have a quiet time on the grounds of Hogwarts.

It wasn't too crowded, or noisy. Yesterday was pretty cold, but today the sun was back. And it was a good time to enjoy the leaving summer weather before Autumn crept up. Soon the flowers would die...

Jade pulled out her sketch book, a pencil, and found a nice open area with a few flowers popping out of the ground. Now is a time to preserve their beauty before a winter slumber.

With every delicate stroke, she started to draw the flowers... they were bunched up together... with colors of pink and purple. She wasn't sure where these flowers came from. Maybe they are native to this island belonging to Hogwarts. Maybe they are native to Scotland. All she knows is she has never seen them in her home country of Ireland. But she continues to draw, and with as much detail as possible.

Her company is sweet, her aura inviting. There is no feeling of disturbing Jade. In fact, she would not mind the company of a fellow artist. Someone who can admire the beauty of these flowers with.