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aRogueOne · 09-07-2023, 06:48 PM

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Little Aryan was in plain awe.

There were so many portraits here!

Somehow his fathers had failed to capture this fact in their endless tales about Hogwarts. No worries though; he was about to make some discoveries on his own. He stood in the middle of the first floor corridor, silently observing the occupants. He liked how well they obviously knew each other as some kept moving from their own portraits to another. He liked that some preferred to stay quiet. He liked the various facial expressions: boredom, happiness, cheekiness, solemness, and the list went on.

Interesting, these portraits were. Very interesting.

It was with intrepid curiosity that Sloane roamed the castle, allowing her legs to take her places whilst her head wandered off in thought. The overwhelming nature of the castle and the way it seemed to continue to expand beyond the realms of a normal building made her head hurt, but not in the usual sense. It was all very interesting and yet, there was so much of it that she simply couldn’t take it all in. It felt like she was playing a video game, trying to get one hundred percent and the numbers were going up very slowly.

Allowing her legs to carry her through a passage and down a hall, Sloane stopped as she was greeted by a corridor full of tapestries varying in size, but not quality. Some of them seemed to stretch on forever in varying colours, although just as many now seemed to have faded with the years. Didn’t anyone make more? Where were the tapestry makers at these days? Her eyes took I the portraits next, dotted in between with a vary array of people in size them, some waving whilst others looking on sceptically. They were all met with the same non-blinking frown however, even when they sauntered from one portrait to another as though they were all magically connected. The whole moving aspect would have shocked her more if it wasn’t for television, and the fact that she’d seen one of those magic newspapers on the train to Hogwarts.

As she inspected one portrait closer however, she heard the shuffling of footsteps off in the distance as someone else headed down the corridor in her direction. A few moments later, she spotted one of the first years in her house, or at least that’s who she thought it was anyway. Unsure she really wanted to talk to them, she watched in silence for a moment as he inspected the various portraits from the middle of the corridor as if the distance was helping him. She much preferred to get closer to see the detail and the…colours…and the way they cr-…Okay, she knew nothing about art or magic paintings but surely from far away, you couldn’t see a single detail!

“Why don’t you get a little closer…I don’t think they can actually bite you, y’know?” she called out after a moment, her legs now carrying her up the corridor, closer to the boy. “I know they’re magic but I think they’re all dead. You can get up close. They won’t hurt you. Although one of them did shout at me because I poked his painting with my wand,” but that could have been to do with the fact that she’d left a small, charred mark on the painting. Oops. Maybe no one would notice.

09-07-2023, 06:48 PM	#3 (permalink)
aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,570 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Knott Slytherin Fifth Year	For Aryan & Ali! Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Little Aryan was in plain awe. There were so many portraits here! Somehow his fathers had failed to capture this fact in their endless tales about Hogwarts. No worries though; he was about to make some discoveries on his own. He stood in the middle of the first floor corridor, silently observing the occupants. He liked how well they obviously knew each other as some kept moving from their own portraits to another. He liked that some preferred to stay quiet. He liked the various facial expressions: boredom, happiness, cheekiness, solemness, and the list went on. Interesting, these portraits were. Very interesting. It was with intrepid curiosity that Sloane roamed the castle, allowing her legs to take her places whilst her head wandered off in thought. The overwhelming nature of the castle and the way it seemed to continue to expand beyond the realms of a normal building made her head hurt, but not in the usual sense. It was all very interesting and yet, there was so much of it that she simply couldn’t take it all in. It felt like she was playing a video game, trying to get one hundred percent and the numbers were going up very slowly. Allowing her legs to carry her through a passage and down a hall, Sloane stopped as she was greeted by a corridor full of tapestries varying in size, but not quality. Some of them seemed to stretch on forever in varying colours, although just as many now seemed to have faded with the years. Didn’t anyone make more? Where were the tapestry makers at these days? Her eyes took I the portraits next, dotted in between with a vary array of people in size them, some waving whilst others looking on sceptically. They were all met with the same non-blinking frown however, even when they sauntered from one portrait to another as though they were all magically connected. The whole moving aspect would have shocked her more if it wasn’t for television, and the fact that she’d seen one of those magic newspapers on the train to Hogwarts. As she inspected one portrait closer however, she heard the shuffling of footsteps off in the distance as someone else headed down the corridor in her direction. A few moments later, she spotted one of the first years in her house, or at least that’s who she thought it was anyway. Unsure she really wanted to talk to them, she watched in silence for a moment as he inspected the various portraits from the middle of the corridor as if the distance was helping him. She much preferred to get closer to see the detail and the…colours…and the way they cr-…Okay, she knew nothing about art or magic paintings but surely from far away, you couldn’t see a single detail! “Why don’t you get a little closer…I don’t think they can actually bite you, y’know?” she called out after a moment, her legs now carrying her up the corridor, closer to the boy. “I know they’re magic but I think they’re all dead. You can get up close. They won’t hurt you. Although one of them did shout at me because I poked his painting with my wand,” but that could have been to do with the fact that she’d left a small, charred mark on the painting. Oops. Maybe no one would notice.