| Pygmy Puff
Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Phoenix Marchbanks
Ravenclaw Fourth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Wiley Whittebrook
Hufflepuff Second Year
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Originally Posted by SpiritWolfe Malfoy 
Hady nodded smiling lightly. "I always wanted to be a healer and help others. My love for all creatures is what steered me in that direction. I have spoken with Professor Draper and he's going to try to get me an internship or a job of some sort this summer in the field." So technically as of right now she wasn't doing much in the line of her career unless a lot of studying counted for this.
"Yes, Sir." She nodded firmly. Sculpting and painting weren't her best but she could learn. Like everything else she did Hady would always give it her all. "What type of art did you do?" Drawing, painting, sculpting? So many forms of art.
From the moment the word fell from her lips and she tried to explain her reasoning Hady knew the question was going to be asked. The look of curiousity was first followed by an agreement to her reasoning. Shifting a little in her chair, hazel eyes fell onto her lap for a brief moment as she let out a breath. "Yes Professor," she admitted turning her eyes onto his again as she spoke. Would this alter his decision in teaching her how to make a portrait? Please don't let it be so! If anything her having someone she wanted to connect with would only make her work much harder to learn!
It was always nice to get to know his students a little bit better and find out their plans for the future. Ansley nodded as he listened to Hadleigh elaborate about her interest in creatures. It might not be anything artistic, but he could tell that she was a dedicated worker and good student, and he very much approved. "Well, I started with drawing on my own," he said when the subject turned back to him. "I had some lessons during summers, and I got into painting also. When I went to University, I did many different types of art. I was actually an art and art history teacher before I came here." And when he was studying at school, he was required to know at least a little about a lot of things.
Hmm. Ansley looked at Hadleigh for a few moments, considering her and her words. The answer that she had given him didn't affect whether or not he would begin teaching her in the ways of magical portraiture. But it more made him curious than anything else. It wasn't exactly his business though so he didn't pry. If she wanted to tell him more about it then she would. "Well, the magic infused in a portrait is slightly different for a currently living person than for a currently deceased person. It's a little easier to evoke the person's personality if they are still alive when their portrait is created but that doesn't mean it can't be done." It just meant that the personality was more "ghosted". He knew all of the more recently painted portraits that he had brought to class had been done while the subject was still alive. One of the really old ones, he wasn't completely sure.
"So, if you're still interested, I'd like to schedule a weekly lesson in the studio a couple doors down. Which night of the week are you free?" Quote:
Originally Posted by Goblinfrog Kitty followed Professor Finch into his office. She stood in the entrance for a moment gazing curiously at the vintage furniture and the book shelf. Upon seeing the books she wondered if Professor Finch loved books as much as Professor Kitridge. He certainly had a lot.
Where to begin? Kitty had prepared everything she was going to say about her grandfather, but now that she was here she wasn't certain where to begin. "Um...okay so this is the newspaper my mom sent me about my Grandfather Nicholas Valentine." It seemed the best place to start. She held it out for Professor Finch to take. "The first paragraphs are written by the newspaper about him, and the rest of it is one of his most interviews. It happened during the Goblin rebellion about fifty years ago and he's interviewing one of the most dangerous goblin leaders. There is a famous moving portrait of them talking but my mom doesn't have it. It's somewhere in a museum I think."
She stood awkwardly in silence then, not certain if she should sit down or wait for him to say to sit down. [/COLOR] Ansley headed into his office, expecting Kitty to follow him in. He stood over by his desk and turned to her as she began talking about the newspaper clipping and her grandfather. Curious. He took the article then walked around the other side of his desk to sit down and read it.
He listened to the girl continue as his eyes scanned the opening sentences. Glancing up he gestured to one of the chairs in front of his desk as he noticed she was still standing. "You can sit down if you want." He wasn't sure if she was waiting for permission or if she'd prefer to stand. "Fifty years ago, you say?" He supposed that would fit in with her age and that of her family. Though fifty years ago was nothing compared to what went on four hundred years ago. Not that he'd expect her to have an article relating to a family member back then. That would have been truly remarkable.
"The really large, impacting rebellions were several hundred years ago," he told her with a smile, choosing to use the moment as an educational opportunity. "Many battles fought, legislation written and rewritten... there has been tension since then, but noting quite as big as that." Thankfully, really, because who wanted to have war and rebellion all the time. But he started to read what she had brought. It was pretty interesting so far.
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