Oops You Caught Me Drawing You PV with Bloom Silverton Closed

@Lillian Locile

Although a cold day, Bloom felt it was a good time to go outside and enjoy the cool weather. Lightly snowing from the heavy clouds, Bloom made sure she was prepared by wearing a snow hat, gloves and a scarf along with her uniform. As she made her way outside on the courtyard, she thought it a better idea to head on over to the Great Lake area where there were other peers taking in the entertainment and fun of the weather.

Bloom was looking around until she saw a girl sitting on the snowy ground and drawing. Curious, Bloom walked over to the girl to see what she could be drawing. It wasn't as though there would be a lot of coloring considering that most of the environment around them was white from snow.

Bloom walked closely to the girl until it seemed that she caught her attention with her presence. She listened to the soft voice of the girl and gave a small laugh in embarrassment. She did not mean to bother the girl, she was just interested in seeing what she was drawing.

"Sorry, I was just so curious to see what you were drawing here," she said, and then looked at her sitting on the ground. "Also, with you sitting on the snow, wouldn't your tush get wet?" she asked, giving a slight giggle. Sitting on a rock or log made sense, but sitting on the snow itself just made for a numb butt.

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@Lillian Locile

Bloom realized that it was a bit surprising for someone many years older than them to ask about their tush like that. Perhaps even more on the inappropriate side of things, but the girl seemed to take on rather okay. Bloom remembered how intimidating the older kids were when she was so young. She remembered looking to them as being adults when they were just as young and stupid as she was.

Bloom's interest in the drawing peeked when she was given a chance to look at it. To Bloom, who doesn't draw at all, it was beautiful. Perhaps she was right about sacrificing her dryness for the angle that she drew. It took in the entire environment from what Bloom was seeing. She looked over to the people in the snowball fight and even the people spectating and back to the drawing. It was dead-on.

The girl was rising from the ground and Bloom gave her some space to do so. She then heard the girl introduce herself as Lillian. "I'm Bloom," she started and Bloom waved her hands in front of her as if motioning the girl to stop. "Oh no, not at all. Your drawing is wonderful," she said, wondering why she would feel uncomfortable with the drawing. "Was there something in that drawing that would make me feel uncomfortable?" she joked, wondering.

@Lillian Locile

At the response of saying that she was drawn, Bloom looked back at the drawing and believe it or not, she saw herself in the drawing. To Bloom, she saw herself drawn relaxed and somber. If anything, it made her feel better about herself that she wasn't hunched over or depressed looking, although that is how she had been feeling for years. But luckily, she did not give off that vibe to someone who is all about drawing what they see.

"I actually like the way you drew me," she said, still looking at herself in the drawing. She tore her eyes away from the paper and back at Lillian who seemed to meet her at the same level by getting up from the ground.

"So you are a first year?" she asked, wanting to make sure that the young demeanor of the person in front of her was that year. Some people looked young for years, and she did not want to offend her. Perhaps Lillian was a second year. Who knew? She wondered how her experience was so far, but did not know how to ask. Perhaps she did not have a great experience yet and did not want to be reminded. "Have you done anything fun so far?" she asked, trying to change the question ever so slightly.

@Lillian Locile

"That sounds like a lot of fun," she said, listening to how the girl tried ice skating for the first time and how excited the girl was about it all.

Bloom forgot what it was like prior to Hogwarts. Granted, she was a Half-Blood and was always around magic, and from the sound of Lillian sharing her experience so far, she was definitely a Muggle-Born. But it did give Bloom some food for thought. Although a Half-Blood, Bloom was so excited to take classes and be in the school her father went attended. It was like a whole new world opened up. But now... With so much that happened on the grounds, it was hard to see that optimism again. She was glad, however, to see it in Lillian.

"Yes, much older than you. I'm a fifth year. As for fun...," Bloom paused. Why ruin Lillian's experience already? She was a bright light in all of this darkness. She had yet to witness anything negative at Hogwarts. Why spoon-feed her the terribleness of Hogwarts? Maybe... Just maybe it will change and be better for her and her generation. "... there's a lot of that! Though I'd more call it interesting," she said, ignoring the details. Bloom felt good with the decision. She did not need to know about hags, deaths, mirrors, slugs... Nothing of the kind. Plus, it was all over as far as Bloom knew since the Fall Ball.

"I went to public school before Hogwarts, and I can't agree with you more about how cool the classes here are in comparison. I find potions and charms to be one of the hardest classes for me. But that's because I did not focus as much my first year. So be sure to keep up with your studies!" she said, giving her some friendly advice.

@Lillian Locile

Bloom meant to listen to the little girl, but as she was explaining about missing her family, her eyes were stuck on watching the kids throw snowballs back and forth. It seemed heated from what Bloom was witnessing. Someone had gotten hit on the head (which would have hurt) and they were all discussing the rules and what makes a fowl to set the score back.

She tore her gaze away from the group and back to Lillian who was sharing her favorite and difficult classes. She could see how Defense Against the Dark Arts could be difficult. It was always hard to know what spells to use when you're dueling. The question then backfired back and Bloom gulped to herself. Classes that she was good at? She couldn't help but to laugh and cry at the same time. There were none as far as she knew. Bloom did not even know what she wanted to be when she got older.

I am just going to skip my best classes, Bloom thought, thinking she would slyly ignore that question and jump into which one was her favorite. "My favorite class is probably Transfiguration," she said, shrugging. "I don't get it most of the time, but when I do, it is a treat to understand something in that class," she said, chuckling ever so slightly.

"I also kind of like Care of Magical Creatures," she added, "but you won't be taking that class for awhile." Bloom, for the first time, realized that maybe she did find a class that she could like. There was something about animals. Granted, she never grew up with animals in the past, but maybe there was something new she could learn from the class about herself.

"Do you like pets?" she randomly asked.