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iBeJenn · 09-09-2013, 01:03 AM

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Originally Posted by Rupert-Grint-Fan

As Dylan drew, he heard someone singing and recognized the voice immediately. Glancing up from his drawing, he smiled when he saw Melanie walking around the courtyard. He turned back to his drawing and started to add more shading to the fountain quickly before he'd go and say hi when he heard a little thud on the ground. The firstie looked back up in concern just to see the seventh year standing up and brushing herself off. Uh oh.

Was she okay....?

He watched as she made her way over and sat down next to him. "Hey, Melanie, are you alright?" he asked worriedly, looking her up and down. Hmm...he didn't spot any scratches or bruises or anything. He hoped she was still okay though....oh his drawing! He had almost forgotten it was sitting in his lap. "I'm just drawing the courtyard," he said, gesturing to the fountain and smiling. "You can have it when I finish it, if you'd like." he added, beaming at her.

She placed her bag on the seat next to her, making sure that the long straps of the bag wasn't dangling. She did not want scratch marks on it from the ginger feline named Ginger. After properly settling into her seat, which may or may not have included some slouching for a second or so, she peered over at Dylan's drawing then smiled at the Hufflepuff.

"Perfectly fine. No scratches, no bruises, no broken bones," she told the boy. If she did, Melanie had bandaids and tissues in her bag and she also had a wand. She also knew which way it was to the healer so all was good. The seventh year readjusted her cardigan and looked at the drawing again, nodding her head.

Some people were just super talented when it came to this stuff weren't they?

She admired the drawing. "I'd love to have it. Remember to sign the little corner so when you're a famous artist, I can say I have a real drawing from Dylan," she said, chuckling before her gaze traveled back to the cat. The feline was not allowed to stare at a Melanie Sung. Was it? No? Melanie mentally crossed her fingers, hoping the cat was still preoccupied with the butterfly and not with Melanie's cardigan or something.

09-09-2013, 01:03 AM	#19 (permalink)
iBeJenn Hinkypunk Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: NYC Posts: 12,495 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maya Nam Slytherin Seventh Year x12 x2	Quote: Originally Posted by Rupert-Grint-Fan As Dylan drew, he heard someone singing and recognized the voice immediately. Glancing up from his drawing, he smiled when he saw Melanie walking around the courtyard. He turned back to his drawing and started to add more shading to the fountain quickly before he'd go and say hi when he heard a little thud on the ground. The firstie looked back up in concern just to see the seventh year standing up and brushing herself off. Uh oh. Was she okay....? He watched as she made her way over and sat down next to him. "Hey, Melanie, are you alright?" he asked worriedly, looking her up and down. Hmm...he didn't spot any scratches or bruises or anything. He hoped she was still okay though....oh his drawing! He had almost forgotten it was sitting in his lap. "I'm just drawing the courtyard," he said, gesturing to the fountain and smiling. "You can have it when I finish it, if you'd like." he added, beaming at her. She placed her bag on the seat next to her, making sure that the long straps of the bag wasn't dangling. She did not want scratch marks on it from the ginger feline named Ginger. After properly settling into her seat, which may or may not have included some slouching for a second or so, she peered over at Dylan's drawing then smiled at the Hufflepuff. "Perfectly fine. No scratches, no bruises, no broken bones," she told the boy. If she did, Melanie had bandaids and tissues in her bag and she also had a wand. She also knew which way it was to the healer so all was good. The seventh year readjusted her cardigan and looked at the drawing again, nodding her head. Some people were just super talented when it came to this stuff weren't they? She admired the drawing. *"I'd love to have it. Remember to sign the little corner so when you're a famous artist, I can say I have a real* drawing from Dylan," she said, chuckling before her gaze traveled back to the cat. The feline was not allowed to stare at a Melanie Sung. Was it? No? Melanie mentally crossed her fingers, hoping the cat was still preoccupied with the butterfly and not with Melanie's cardigan or something. __________________ though we're strangers 'til now, we're choosing a path** between the s t a r s________________._____________ ♡ ♡_______________________.__________________________ ____i'll leave my .l o v e. between the stars...