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Shanners · 06-07-2016, 11:11 PM

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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

It always felt wrong to accept compliments on her art as Maddie didn't feel as though she'd worked particularly hard at excelling in this area. Capturing what she saw on canvas or parchment had always come so naturally and while she practiced quite a bit, it wasn't because she wanted to improve. Her reasoning had everything to do with the fact that the act was enough to calm the storm inside her that was constantly threatening to rear it's ugly head.

A smile was given and the brunette considered the younger boy's question a moment as she started cleaning her brushes, satisfied with the painting at last. "Actually, I think I'll keep this for myself. My art is for me, I don't want to do it for a career." She paused, then added. "I'm going to pursue potions when I go to uni."

She knew it was a good plan and gave a nod of agreement, her eyes trained on the boy though her mind was on other things. It was a moment before she seemed to return to the present. "If you want people to listen to you, you need them to respect you. Respect is earned. Just keep that in mind while you're prefecting, hm?

Potions, hm? Rooney nodded and gave the painting another look. "Anything specific with potions? Want to cure something?" There were a lot of branches that one could explore with the art of potion development, Roo was sure of that. Their Professors were constantly bringing new ideas to the table or throwing new situations at them. There was clearly a lot more to potions that the younger students knew of. Maybe Miss Maddie knew a lot more about it than she let on. Enough to go to uni, anyway.

Her comment about respect caught him off guard and for a second, he was sure he looked like she had said the most stupid thing possible. "What?" And that was when he frowned and stuffed his hands into his pocket. "Have you heard that people don't respect me?"

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Shanners DMAC & DMC Manticore Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: whoville Posts: 43,360 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mozart Bronwyn #ee6600 Gryffindor Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maebry Grimaldi #ff8d6d First Year x7 x5	∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe Quote: Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow It always felt wrong to accept compliments on her art as Maddie didn't feel as though she'd worked particularly hard at excelling in this area. Capturing what she saw on canvas or parchment had always come so naturally and while she practiced quite a bit, it wasn't because she wanted to improve. Her reasoning had everything to do with the fact that the act was enough to calm the storm inside her that was constantly threatening to rear it's ugly head. A smile was given and the brunette considered the younger boy's question a moment as she started cleaning her brushes, satisfied with the painting at last. "Actually, I think I'll keep this for myself. My art is for me, I don't want to do it for a career." She paused, then added. "I'm going to pursue potions when I go to uni." She knew it was a good plan and gave a nod of agreement, her eyes trained on the boy though her mind was on other things. It was a moment before she seemed to return to the present. "If you want people to listen to you, you need them to respect you. Respect is earned. Just keep that in mind while you're prefecting, hm? Potions, hm? Rooney nodded and gave the painting another look. "Anything specific with potions? Want to cure something?" There were a lot of branches that one could explore with the art of potion development, Roo was sure of that. Their Professors were constantly bringing new ideas to the table or throwing new situations at them. There was clearly a lot more to potions that the younger students knew of. Maybe Miss Maddie knew a lot more about it than she let on. Enough to go to uni, anyway. Her comment about respect caught him off guard and for a second, he was sure he looked like she had said the most stupid thing possible. "What?" And that was when he frowned and stuffed his hands into his pocket. "Have you heard that people don't respect me?" __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________