 For Olive (Ollie)
It may have been early in the morning and the sun was now up but Ingrid Luck had been at the Boathouse since the wee hours of the morning. In fact, she hadn’t actually moved all that far. The truth was, she simply couldn’t sleep and it was a place that no one would think to look for her. Although in hindsight, there were many places like that in Hogwarts that she could have gone to. Still, it had had the desired effect. She’d spent the morning in the boat house with her sketchpad resting on her knees which had been brought close enough to her chest so that she could use it as a resting place to sketch on.
Back against the cold wall, she was nestled underneath a window so someone looking in may not actually see her from outside but once in, she wasn’t exactly hidden. With a small jar full of bluebell flames to keep her warm and a pencil in her hand, her eyes were on the room around her as she sketched it doing anything she could to keep her mind off her dreams. The boat house may be boring to some, but the different shades of light that flooded into the room as the sun rose made for an interesting environment to draw. |