30 Dec 2018, 06:18
Sketching
One of the many things that Tammy is interested in is creatures, magical or not. Though she has more interest in Muggle creatures, she thinks they look less complex than the magical creatures. She was also interested in drawing, she never really attempts to finish though, only rough sketches and some were even incomplete.
After classes of the day were done, she had brought her sketchbook and a satchel that were filled with everything that she needed. She had found somewhere to sit, placing the satchel beside her and her knees were up as the sketchbook was on top of it so she could sketch more easily.
She tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear and flipped through many pages that were filled with mostly unfinished sketches of creatures. They weren't good, but they weren't bad either. One of the reasons why she doesn't finish them is because she has a lack of confidence in her own skills.
Finally she found an empty page, thought it was two pages before the whole sketchbook had finished. She frowned slightly.
"I'll have to ask dad to buy me a new one..." Tammy muttered as she stared at the empty space.
Grabbing her quill and ink, she silently thankful that the ink didn't spill, she had begun sketching a horse. They somewhat reminded her of a Hippogriff. She'd love to ride one, she'd seen the newspapers on horse-racing and although it does look dangerous it could also be fun.
She took risks, sometimes, and that worries her father. Being the only girl and the youngest, she was constantly spoiled and her father became very overprotective with her. If she ever did want to ride a horse, she might have to ask her older brothers to accompany her.
She managed to sketch part of a horse as if it's looking towards her and was just staring at it. She was debating on whether or not she should finish it, she was worried she might ruin the whole sketch. Ah, the lack of confidence in herself would always be her enemy. She frowned, her brows furrowed in concentration as she tried to reason with herself that she should actually finish it.
After classes of the day were done, she had brought her sketchbook and a satchel that were filled with everything that she needed. She had found somewhere to sit, placing the satchel beside her and her knees were up as the sketchbook was on top of it so she could sketch more easily.
She tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear and flipped through many pages that were filled with mostly unfinished sketches of creatures. They weren't good, but they weren't bad either. One of the reasons why she doesn't finish them is because she has a lack of confidence in her own skills.
Finally she found an empty page, thought it was two pages before the whole sketchbook had finished. She frowned slightly.
"I'll have to ask dad to buy me a new one..." Tammy muttered as she stared at the empty space.
Grabbing her quill and ink, she silently thankful that the ink didn't spill, she had begun sketching a horse. They somewhat reminded her of a Hippogriff. She'd love to ride one, she'd seen the newspapers on horse-racing and although it does look dangerous it could also be fun.
She took risks, sometimes, and that worries her father. Being the only girl and the youngest, she was constantly spoiled and her father became very overprotective with her. If she ever did want to ride a horse, she might have to ask her older brothers to accompany her.
She managed to sketch part of a horse as if it's looking towards her and was just staring at it. She was debating on whether or not she should finish it, she was worried she might ruin the whole sketch. Ah, the lack of confidence in herself would always be her enemy. She frowned, her brows furrowed in concentration as she tried to reason with herself that she should actually finish it.
Pity those who live without love. -Albus Dumbledore