 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
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Originally Posted by SpiritWolfe Malfoy  Sitting up in the seat straighter she set her hands on her lap as she listened to everything that was being said. A former art and art history teacher?! Awesome! A small smile came to her face as she nodded her clear approval of this knowledge. So working on some art on her own wouldn't be a bad idea at all if she wanted to better herself at this. Something she could do in her spare time between lessons and studying. "I tend to doodle here and there though I'm not the best at it." She had gotten better over the years.
What exactly did that mean? It would still be them though, yes? Just not as vivid as when they were alive or something? Hady tilted her head a little bit in a form of possible confusion before asking quietly, "It would still be that person though just not as lively as they had been?" Was that what he meant? If so she could handle that.
Was she still interested?! YES! YES! YES!
"Yes sir, I am. I can be free any night really but Monday's are usually good as is the weekend." However if she needed to rearrange some of her other tasks she certainly had no problem with doing so. It was good to know that Hadleigh had some art interest despite the fact that opportunities were limited here. And the fact that she did some on her own was encouraging. "Well, the more you practice at it, the better you will get." He supposed that could apply to anything, but he noticed that people sometimes thought that if they were not immediately good at art, then they just weren't good at it. Just like anything else, it took practice.
"Well, technically it's a portrait of that person, whether they had been painted while still living or after they've passed," he tried to explain. "It becomes a little more difficult to infuse the memories and personality after they've died, though it can still be magically done. It's just more of a facsimile than the true thing." Did that make more sense? He knew it was hard to completely understand.
He gave her a small smile as she agreed. "Mondays work just fine for me. You can leave the weekend for yourself if you'd like. Why don't we start this Monday after dinner, about seven?" It would be a good start at least.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
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