Augurey and Unicorn PV Bernard Waye

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@Bernard Waye

A mythical creature, a symbol for purity, innocence and power or a legendary animal that looks like a horse with a single horn on its forehead. All these things were sentences written in several books. Since Beatrice was able to meet a Unicorn because of their new Care of Magical Creatures Professor Sabine Blumenthal, she was basically obsessed with learning more about those creatures. Since she was a child, she had always wanted to see one and now the dream had come true. But she hadn't just seen them, she had touched and pet one of them. His name was Montgomery and Beatrice still longed for the feeling of his soft fur underneath her fingers. It had been a truly magical experience and Beatrice had tried to mesmerize every single detail about them. She wanted to paint them and have a visual memory of how lovely those creatures were.

Now she was standing in the middle of the Ballroom. Of course Hogwarts had it's own Ballroom and this was the first time that Beatrice was in here. It was a magical place and the perfect atmosphere to paint or draw or just read. Of course the room was big but Beatrice didn't feel small in it. The large windows let in the perfect light and although it was a little grey outside, it seemed colorful and enchanted in this room. Beatrice had set up everything she needed and even brought a planket and a couple pillows to sit on. The Canvas was leaned against a stack of books and Beatrice was just finishing up the sketch in her Journal to remember a few details.

Then she started to paint. Beatrice's brush flowed over the canvas with every motion she made. The background was the first thing she got to. Soon the Canvas was filled with a mix of greens and browns. Beatrice had choosen to draw the Unicorns in the woods. As always, an unknown tune left her lips in a hum and Beatrice was lost in a trance. She just painted, there was no space to pay attention to anything else. Her white pants may have not been the best choice but it just matched so well with the soft pink long sleeve shirt and the white Converse that she currently did not care about any paint stains. That would be a problem for later and not now. With every stroke, the picture formed more and more into what she wanted it to be. What Beatrice did not know, was that a certain someone would soon enter the room.