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Join Date: Jul 2020 Location: New York City
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Brandon Fox
Hufflepuff Seventh Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s]
Slytherin Fifth Year |  Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
SPOILER!!: Quinn Quote:
Originally Posted by NiallNIP  This term, Quinn really wanted to focus on plants. Obviously their favorite subject was Herbology, so they already knew a lot about plants, but Quinn felt like this was the first term they were coming into uninhibited and unencumbered by outside baggage. They could really just... focus on school. And friends. And doing what made them happy. And that was plants.
So today Quinn decided to look at aquatic plant life. Study the shores of the lake and such. They had been walking around the edge of the lake for a while now, crouching down to observe different plants and fungi growing close to or just past the edge of the water. Most of it was stuff they'd be able to see just about anywhere, or that they'd studies in class, but some of it was things they hadn't seen before. Small little plants they didn't know the name of, but that they hadn't the tools to examine properly. They did, however, have some parchment and a quill to take down notes, and planned to do some research in the library later on.
As they passed the boathouse, they noticed Ash inside with what looked like a drawing. They put a hand on the doorway, purple bracelet on full display, and peered inside. "Hey, Ash. Drawing in the boathouse?" Ash heard the footsteps long before Quinn spoke. Reluctantly, she opened one eye. Oh! It was Quinn. While she did enjoy solitude, they were her good friend and spending time with them was better than tolerable. It was nice. High praise from Ashley Fox, who tended to hate everything. She rose to her feet, feeling self-conscious. Mediating? Therapeutic artwork? Working on bringing out her happy memories? For some reason, Ash didn’t want to admit to doing any of those things. It made her feel vulnerable. But... maybe Quinn was alright. She trusted them. And what were friends for if you couldn’t be honest with them about... about things. “Hey Quinn. Um- yeah, I’m just drawing my best memory right now. I thought it would be helpful. For stuff.” She turned a little pink and fiddled with her crystal bracelets. Even explaining a tiny part of what she was doing made her embarrassed, then ashamed of her embarrassment. “I thought it would be helpful,” She repeated softly. “Please don’t laugh...” Please. |