Post by Ceera Kitten Wright on Apr 9, 2011 13:08:27 GMT -6
The September air was crisp and fresh and only slightly on the chilly side. For Ceera it was perfect day for some outdoor sketching. With black leather bound sketch journal in hand, a pouch full her best pencils, a gift from her cousin, and her robe pulled snug around her shoulders she headed off to the quidditch pitch. Behind the fourth year tailed her ever present cat, his tail high and proud in the air.
Trotting up the wooden stairs to the stands she settled herself to watch the players practice. She propped her feet up on the bench in front of her and used her knees to balance her sketch book. Taking out a soft graphite sketch pencil began to draw. As she drew organized her thoughts of the day.
There had been boy in her charms class. She smiled at that thought. The teen had mispronounced the incantation they were practicing and caused a small explosion. He had gone so red with embarrassment that Ceera had felt guilty for finding it funny. Then, on her way to defense against the dark class, she had tripped, her belongings had spilled everywhere and a nice ravenclaw had helped her gather things up. Those little things warmed her heart and made her smile.
Faithful meowed, obviously confused on what had made his master smile, wanting to be let in on the joke. Ceera looked up from her work and smiled at him.
"Silly cat," she said and petted him. Faithful purred and leaned into the touch for a moment. Suddenly his ears perked up and he ran off, probably to chase some mice or birds.
Ceera in turn returned to her drawing. She had absentmindedly drawn her cousin in his gryffindor quidditch gear. She had often drawn him while he practiced to learn how to draw quickly and people in motion. Quickly she finished the sketch then bewitch it to have her cousin fly around making goals and dodging bludgers.
Trotting up the wooden stairs to the stands she settled herself to watch the players practice. She propped her feet up on the bench in front of her and used her knees to balance her sketch book. Taking out a soft graphite sketch pencil began to draw. As she drew organized her thoughts of the day.
There had been boy in her charms class. She smiled at that thought. The teen had mispronounced the incantation they were practicing and caused a small explosion. He had gone so red with embarrassment that Ceera had felt guilty for finding it funny. Then, on her way to defense against the dark class, she had tripped, her belongings had spilled everywhere and a nice ravenclaw had helped her gather things up. Those little things warmed her heart and made her smile.
Faithful meowed, obviously confused on what had made his master smile, wanting to be let in on the joke. Ceera looked up from her work and smiled at him.
"Silly cat," she said and petted him. Faithful purred and leaned into the touch for a moment. Suddenly his ears perked up and he ran off, probably to chase some mice or birds.
Ceera in turn returned to her drawing. She had absentmindedly drawn her cousin in his gryffindor quidditch gear. She had often drawn him while he practiced to learn how to draw quickly and people in motion. Quickly she finished the sketch then bewitch it to have her cousin fly around making goals and dodging bludgers.
