 anyone? LET'S PLAY! A Poop * k8 *
Arden wasn't sure how she had managed to get to the playground, but she supposed her natural affinity for being outdoors helped the process.
That, and her need to be near action. A playground certainly had action if any kids were on it, and if there weren't, Arden could certainly have her own fun on the monkey bars.
Which Arden promptly climbed atop of and sat with her feet dangling below her. The sixteen-year-old let herself dangle upside down momentarily before pulling herself upright once more and pulling a notebook from her backpack to start drawing the greenery around her. With her pencil between her teeth, the Gryffindor tried to shift to see which direction she was going to sketch. It never ceased to amaze her mother how she was naturally good at anything artsy, anything creative. Arden would have argued that she was only really good at singing, playing instruments, and drawing. She was no good at writing because of her dyslexia (and lack of confidence, therefore).
A memory of her painting her childhood bedroom walls with her dad swam through her mind as she began to sketch a nearby tree, her curls dangling down her back. If they bothered her, she'd have to pull her hair up.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |