 For Kath Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
Von couldn't get down and out of the Castle today. Which was most unwelcome, but it was his OWLs year and there was lots of studying to be done so that he could be one of those bright young wizards for the future. Von didn't want that. He wanted to be outside. Maybe in the Pumpkin Patch or sitting in the Boathouse. He'd have brought his paints with him and a small easel to set up and paint the Highland Mountains once again. All he ever did was paint a lot of the Highlands surrounding Hogwarts. He felt like a real Scottish version of the Muggle paint Thomas Cole but totally focused entirely on only one location.
He climbed up to the top of the Battlements and rearranged some of the barrels and crates into a bit of platform so that he was sitting a bit higher up and looking further out. He pulled out a small sketchbook and a case of artist pencils. He extended his hand out holding one of the pencils to measure the lake out toward the mountains getting his perspective correct and he started to sketch out what he saw.
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