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@desr0sier
I really need more paints.. I keep running out.
Accidentally falling over and going to the hospital wing to stop the blood,
and Pomfrey overreacts and tries to make you stay a whole night. Thanks, but no thanks.
paint the stars || Will and Des
It was another night of reading about potions that are not often taught to them when William remembered that he had a promised meeting for the night. Immediately putting on a coat and his scarf, he headed out of his room and made his way towards the Astronomy tower. It had been quite awhile since he last spent time with Desiree and he was hell bent on making it up to her.
Upon ascending, he saw her pacing in the small space that she designated as her painting studio. He smiled at the dark-haired girl and walked towards her to give the girl a hug. “Hey love, how are you?" Looking around, he noticed the bottle of firewhiskey and the wide array of paints that the girl use for her art. It was a long-kept secret between them and he tries his best to protect this hobby of Des to himself.
Desiree remembered that she had homework due, but that could wait for later. After all, she could stay up all night and finish the homework, like she usually does. Desiree hadn't hung out with William in quite a while and admittedly, she did miss him. He was the closest guy friend that she had, minus all the other Slytherin boys who knew her and her brother. But she didn't like them as much as she liked William.
When William showed up, Desiree broke out into a huge grin and her face glowed with happiness. Throwing her arms around him, she gave him a big hug. "I'm fine, a bit tired though." She confessed through a yawn, letting go of him and looking around the area. "So! Are you excited to see what I painted?" She said, indicating to the painting with a sheet hanging over it.
paint the stars || Will and Des
Of all the things Desiree liked to do, there was one thing that she loved the most. Which, of course, was painting. She loved the way the brush would glide along the canvas, the way that the picture seemed to speak volumes. It was nice to get her feelings that she bottled up inside, on the canvas. Some resorted to drinking which, admittedly, Desiree had tried as there was half a bottle of firewhiskey sitting abandoned on the floor, which she hadn't touched for quite a while.
The Astronomy tower was hardly a place to paint but where else would she go? She couldn't paint outside because it was too cold, she couldn't paint in a spare classroom because there was no privacy and she definitely couldn't paint in the Slytherin common room because there was no room; and what Slytherin painted? Only a couple of people knew about her hobby, and she was determined to keep it that way.
One of those few people, happened to be Will. Desiree was hesitant at showing him her latest painting, seeing as it was.. him she had painted. Well, him, her brother and a couple of other Slytherin's. And the painting was from memory, a couple details had been left out or forgotten. As she waited near the Astronomy tower, Desiree paced uncomfortably, hardly resting.
You'd think that being a Slytherin, people would watch what they say around you.
Of course, love! Let me see it.
Okay, okay. Meet me by the Astronomy tower, okay?
You'd think that being a Slytherin, people would watch what they say around you.
Oh yeah, you mentioned your paintings. Let me see one of those yeah?
Are you sure you want to see them?
You'd think that being a Slytherin, people would watch what they say around you.
So, how have you been Des? Aside from those evilness you hear about us of course.
I've been great, to be honest. Although I have to go down to Hogsmeade at one stage to buy some more paints, I seem to have run out. And a bottle of vodka for special occasions.
You'd think that being a Slytherin, people would watch what they say around you.
I can’t promise that…but maybe I’ll try…
That's all I need to hear, Will.
You'd think that being a Slytherin, people would watch what they say around you.
not yet at least…
Good. Stay good a while longer.
You'd think that being a Slytherin, people would watch what they say around you.
Des, listen to me. Don’t let them get to you. You’re a sweet girl alright? Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Everyone has evilness inside of them, it’s up to you if you’ll unleash it or not.
Have you unleashed it?
You'd think that being a Slytherin, people would watch what they say around you.
Let them throw their judgement, love. We do the same. Don’t get hurt especially when you know it isn’t true. You’re not evil. You’re a sweet and special girl. -smiles-
But what if I am evil and I just don't know it? There could be a secret side to me, or.. or something could happen and one day I'm evil.
You'd think that being a Slytherin, people would watch what they say around you.
What did they say this time, Dessy?
How Slytherin's are going to blow up the castle one day and kill everyone with them, that they shouldn't even be here because we're too evil.. I don't understand. I'm not evil, am I?
You'd think that being a Slytherin, people would watch what they say around you.
Obviously not.
Being a Slytherin...
…means being a different person to many different people, and only allowing a select few, the ones you truly trust, see who you really are.
I feel like a drink.
That makes two of us, Desi.
Would you like to drink with me, Rod?
I feel like a drink.