 astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
Diamond arrived at the top of the battlements with all the subtlety of an exploding cauldron. Her footsteps, energetic and purposeful, echoed against the stone walls and floor, each one a declaration that she was HERE, and she was here to work. She adjusted her robes - always too stiff and ugly for her liking, but she really did not fancy wasting her time in detention for 'excessive bedazzlement' again - and surveyed the area like an invader laying claim to foreign land. Her mind was already whirring with phrasing for her latest top ten list for The Quill, and this high vantage point, overlooking the lake with its picturesque view of the grounds, was just the perfect spot for some uninterrupted brainstorming.
"Di-vi-ne," she hummed under her breath, settling on a nearby barrel and pulling out a quill and her enchanted notebook, ready to jot down her thoughts. A sudden movement caught her eye, though, and she paused. There, just a few feet away, was someone who, if he’d been a basilisk, would’ve killed her by now - she hadn’t even noticed him over there all perched on another stack of crates, intently sketching.
Diamond raised an eyebrow as she appraised her housemate, taking in his decent looks and that usual air of brooding concentration as he fiddled with his sketchbook. She’d seen him around before, of course - she noticed everyone - and even indulged in a conversation or two sprinkled over the years but the whole starving artist vibe hadn't been her cup of tea. She wondered, briefly, if he'd be too absorbed in his artwork to notice her again. Not that it would be a problem, really - after all, she was here to work, too. But... being ignored? Also not her vibe. Especially not after she’d spent extra time on her bantu knots this morning. Those deserved attention.
"Nice view, huh?" Diamond called out, her interest in actual question a toss-up, somewhere between the weather and whether today’s Transfiguration discussion had been remotely interesting, as she settled herself on the edge of a crate, her legs swinging slightly and flaunting one of her many assets. "Perfect for inspiration. Or just to escape all that." She didn’t wait for his answer, tapping her quill against her notebook as she turned her attention back to her column, the Carat Cut, and Top Ten Most Fashionable Students at Hogwarts (And Why YOU Should Be Like Them).
__________________
When you're stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ...........
this is our time to own it, so own it.....................................
baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes |