Closed Private rp A new drawing, a new friend.

Oakleigh sat in the Owlery, her sketchbook in hand as she thought about what she was going to draw. Her pencil was propped up against her chin as she thought to herself, muttering. "Hmm, maybe.. I dont think I could do that though..." The owls around her squacked and ruffled their feathers, some flying overhead. A feather dropped in Oakleighs lap, and she picked it up, her eyes widening as an idea popped into her head.

She put the feather down and started sketching quickly, her eyes glancing up every once in a while. She worked dilligently, chewing on a strand of her brown hair. She was wearing her uniform, the collared shirt wrinkled, the tie loose. Her pants were cuffed at the end, going to her calf.

She worked until she heard the door open, causing her to look up. She spit the hair out of her mouth, trying to appear reasonable. However, her hair adorned with owl feathers was not a great impression. She shook her head, getting the feathers out. Or at least trying. 'Wow, Oakleigh.' She thought to herself. 'Great way to form an impression. Dad would not be happy' She groaned, putting her sketchbook in her bag.

" Ah, sorry." She mumbled, standing up and brushing herself off.