ad astra

it is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves. astrid moon byulyi. xvii. year seven. ravenclaw.

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[ ' the owl arrives on the exact hour christmas begins, bearing a medium sized box wrapped in red and blue. inside the box is a pack of dental dams, a bottle of flavored lube, and a small "safe sex!" pamphlet he garnered from one of his visits to muggle london ] so you don't end up with herpes. it's not hexed, i promise. happy holidays, ass. [ ' the card writes in intricate script. veovis' name is signed at the bottom, with a :P emoji drawn on the side ]

( ` astrid was bewildered when she heard a sound of an owl coming through her direction, more so when the owl dropped down the wrapped box right infront of her, her reflexes were quick to react and she caught the thing just in time ) who the heck would send me this. ( ` with a raised eyebrow, she stared at the card suspiciously ) veovis? ( ` astrid merely shrugs her shoulder, and quickly she carefully unwrapped the red and blue cover and once the gift was revealed, astrid could only sigh - she was speechless ) jeonghan and his friends, i swear to god. ( ` she shook her head, contemplated whether she should keep the thing, knowing damn well what it was for. albeit innocent, she wasn’t stupid to not know what it was ) i’m not surprised he and jeonghan are friends ( ` she decided to keep it - not because she had a good use of it but she did not want to be rude )

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black and white.

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ravenhan:

jeonghan was quite enjoying the contents of the spiked punch bowl - it wouldn’t take a connoisseur to taste the vodka in this drink, but at the rate the students in this school were going, no one would probably care. the professors didn’t seem to bother checking on the refreshments, either. or, maybe they’ve just simply grown exhausted overtime. the troublemakers weren’t keen on giving up their reputation, and jeonghan wasn’t keen on the idea of giving up any source of alcohol they can manage to hide on school grounds.

he took a few sips of his drink, eyed the dance floor in hopes of finally catching the eye of his taller date that he had been separated from after one dance - the first dance, at least. jeonghan spent the rest of the evening so far by the long table until someone dragged his ass back in the middle of the grand ballroom. once he spots the slender, silver-haired figure looking dapper among the crowd of colorful gowns, jeonghan drank his glass with haste, evidently excited to see his best friend.

“you look stunning, mon etoile,” he comments, sincerity hinted with a playful tone. “almost regretting not bringing you as my date. almost.” with a wide smile, he takes astrid’s hand in his, eyebrows raising at the sudden kiss. “and they say chivalry is dead,” he jabbed teasingly, a light laugh escaping him. “i’d love to dance - and to be seen in your arms, mon etoile.”

he made their way into the dance floor, surrounded by floor-length gowns. jeonghan was almost mesmerized at how astrid carried herself - with practiced yet oblivious dignity. he raised one an arm up, holding astrid’s hand up in the air, his other hand resting against her thin waist. “should we try… the rumba?”

"so cheesy.” astrid couldn’t even contain her laughter as she speaks. “same to you. white definitely suits you best, my dear bestfriend.” she teased. another attack of god damn cheesy words, astrid slightly cringed, eyes almost rolling as she stared at jeonghan with quite disbelief. “shh. will you shut it, if someone would make a gossip out of us, you’ll have to take responsibility.” she shush him out as she whispered lowly.

if she would own a title of being jeonghan’s girlfriend, surely she’d punch him in the face first thing in the morning.

she follows the boy towards the dance floor with gentle footsteps and eagerness, her eyes meeting the familiar faces on the said floor. she remains unfazed, doesn’t even offer them a smile or whatsoever-- it’s not that astrid was well-known to everyone anyway. she knew she was a nobody, she didn’t really had the need to acknowledge their presence.

astrid walks with confidence, chin up, eyes roaming around. her heels clicks against the floor as she walked. astrid follows along, hand gripping tightly against jeonghan’s and once she felt the hand on her waist, she instantly places her other hand on the boy’s shoulder. “is that a challenge?” she asks playfully, eyebrow quirked. but astrid doesn’t waits for a response, instead, she moves her feet to the side, slowly taking a step to the right along with the sway of her hips. she takes a step back before going to the other side to the left then back to her original position. she took a step backwards, hand pulling jeonghan to lead him backwards.

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food above everything else.

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wheepuff:

on ria’s right, she saw the headmistress speaking to someone that was being blocked by a student.

dashing.

on her left, she saw couple students from different houses, all smiling and cocky with their outfits. they were from hogwarts as well.

gorgeous.

behind ria, she couldn’t care less. before her though… if you must ask ria what word she’d describe what was in front of her, what was right under her nose and for her eyes to devour, she’ll answer with:

“heavenly.”

turkey, pie, ice cream, jello— the list goes on. the said treats were the only ones that fit ria’s mouth. little bit of beer making her lips shiny too. boy, oh boy! yule ball, huh. why couldn’t it happen every month? beer wasn’t allowed in the great hall, events like this excluded. whatever, this turkey is lying on a silver platter all for ria while the others tortured their feet with endless dancing.

but of course— of course— someone had to ruin this religious moment.

“piss off, astrid.” with a push (a gentle push though), she tried to grab for the turkey’s leg that was just by astrid’s elbow. if astrid could just… move it.. a bit.

soon, ria shot a glare up at her taller friend, its mere presence making her little hufflepuff blood boil. “listen, i’m not here to dance. i’m trying to keep my feet alive, thank you.” but then, when her fingertips already brushed on the juicy skin of the cooked turkey, she realized something.

she turned to astrid, brows raised in suspicion and the greasy corners of her lips tugging down with doubt. the back of her palm, now apparently a napkin, wiped the oil off her pair of tiers. “are you asking me to dance?” the little chuckle she did sounded like a low dumb hehe. conscious of how she looked, she took a step back from astrid and combed her fringe, putting some stray strands back into the block.

“you do know you’re inviting the best dancer?” maybe not the best but definitely better than astrid.

no-- astrid wanted to reply. but then again, she wouldn’t lie about being curious as to how ria dances and with the question being thrown at her just in time, she couldn’t help but to just play along without any protest. she merely nod albeit hesitant. 

“only one way to find out then.” astrid smiled playfully, offering ria a hand for her to hold, palm up. it’s not that she was mocking ria or any sort, she was genuinely curious whether the girl could actually dance or not. honest to god, astrid wasn’t a great dancer to begin with. she believe she was at least decent as she had been to a few similar balls before with her parents. this wasn’t the first time she set her feet on the dance floor.

as astrid waited, she looked at the dance floor. even with a sore legs and tired feet, she did not want to pass this opportunity up. it’s not the like she can dance ria everyday anyway. surely, she could spare a few minutes on the dance floor once more. she leaned closer to whisper closely against ria’s ear. “so do you prefer any particular dance, best dancer ria?”

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ravenhan:

@ravenbyul​

jeonghan took a stroll around london to look for the perfect gift for his best friend, the alluring astrid moon, who chose  to spend her last winter break in hogwarts cherishing the school by staying behind for the duration of the break. jeonghan could have taken the easy path of sending her a bundle of his favorite novels, or books she might find interesting - but he didn’t want astrid spending her entire break and any more free time with her nose buried deep between the pages of a new read. she needed to loosen up a bit, the same way the other ravenclaws did eventually.

he stumbled upon a rather interesting shop in london with a few of friends from hogwarts who went home, and decided this might just be the best place to find her a gift she could either laugh at or punch him for. either way, jeonghan wasn’t about to get smacked in the face until january, when they were back from winter break, so his beautiful face would be free of bruises until then.

the package arrived at hogwarts, wrapped beautifully in silver, and tied together with a blue ribbon. inside was a note, and, of course, the present jeonghan could only deem was genius.

                                                                    12.22.16

                   dearest astrid,

                                    loosen up.

                                             happy birthday, and happy holidays!

                   always love,

                   your best friend who will love and follow you to the ends of the earth.

the gift, disguised as a lipstick in a stunning silver tube, was actually a vibrator. discreet as fuck. jeonghan wondered how long it would take for smart astrid to realize why the lipstick was non-functional, and why the small tube quivered at the push of a button.

it was probably the first time astrid spent her christmas in hogwarts, a request she asked her mom which they granted without any protest. it’s not that astrid didn’t like spending christmas and her birthday at home. that wasn’t the case-- in fact, she did love spending her special days at home as she gets showered with gifts and such from her loving parents. this year, this specific year, she chose to stay at her dear school. mainly just because she wanted to make the most out of her last year. 

her parents did not forget to send her gifts early in the morning. of course, astrid being the grateful daughter that she is, sent them parchment of letters as thanks. astrid doesn’t really believe that her birthdays were anything special so she did not really expected anything throughout the day. she treated the day the same, taking her usual routine. it wasn’t surprising to find the castle quite a bit empty, hallways were surrounded by deafening silence as she walked towards the library. 

but before she could even make her way towards her favorite place, she saw a very familiar owl going towards her direction, with a gift beautifully wrapped in silver and blue. who could it be, though? astrid wondered. her eyebrows were knitted as she waited for the owl to arrive. once done, she quickly caught the gift just in time with her on hands and seconds after, she watched the same bird flew away. astrid was left alone to inspect the package in her hands. the first thing she did was to open the letter attached to it.

loosen up? she quirked a brow as she read and quickly she tore apart the wrapper. to her surprise, it was a...... lipstick? she held the small lipstick with her two fingers, and she carefully inspected it . why would jeonghan even send her a lipstick. her bestfriend knew she wasn’t into cosmetics. with a shrug of her shoulder, astrid went on her with her interrupted journey towards the library.

she was late to realize that it wasn’t actually a lipstick, and it was a good thing she was alone in the library. she was taken by surprise when she accidentally pushed a button, and the noise it was making was overly loud on her ears. astrid was quick to react, pushing the button once more to turn it off as quick as possible. astrid was left with a red cheeks, eyes shot wide. it took her longer to realize, and she only realized it when she inspected the lipstick further after she got herself a seat around the empty room. astrid doesn’t know how to react-- it was truly embarrassing though. albeit innocent, astrid was aware of what it was. she had heard of these things from people back in the muggle world. 

she tapped her fingers against the wooden table. astrid decided to send jeonghan a response through a parchment of paper that was slipped inside her book.

                                                                   12.22.16

                  dearest jeonghan,

                                    very thoughtful of you. however, i’m not sure whether i’ll make a great use of it. i appreciate it though. worry not, if i ever put it to good use, you’ll be the first to know. speak to you soon, i’ll be the first one to greet you once you arrive back in school. 

                                           happy holidays. i hope you don’t choke on your food for the christmas eve. i still have yet to choke you myself the day you get back here. see you soon.

                  kind regards,

                 your dearest bestfriend

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food above everything else.

it’s been an hour since she set her foot on the dance floor. it was pretty tiring to say at least and she was so sure she wouldn’t last longer if she were to continue dancing. she excused herself from her partner for awhile and there she finally walked her way out of the crowd on the dance floor. how could people even dance all throughout the event? don’t they get tired? astrid wondered.

she couldn’t feel her legs as she walked, her feet tired as hell. she almost dragged her way towards the nearby table but she halted once she saw a familiar figure on the buffet - the bangs and long hair was all too familiar (especially the bangs), not to mention the height was noticeable (good thing she wasn’t surrounded by taller figures, surely astrid wouldn’t spot her). she couldn’t be mistaken.

all resting forgotten, she made her way towards to where the food was and she peaked on the side of ria’s face (in attempts to surprise her). “how long have you been here? doesn’t your jaw hurts from indulging yourself from too much food? you haven’t went dancing yet, have you?”

@wheepuff

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two moons.

it was the day she dread. the day of the ball. it’s not that she wasn’t prepared for it. astrid had been to balls and parties like these, her parents had always drag her to such occasions albeit muggle. this was definitely different. firstly, she was wearing something peculiar which she didn’t know how students would react to, second, it was her first ever non muggle ball - she wasn’t so sure whether things work out the same as them muggle. she was anxious about fucking up and doing it wrong.

astrid had always been the early bird. it wasn’t a shock that she was already outside the halls waiting for her partner to arrive twenty minutes before the event starts. sporting a full black coat and tie which her father had sent her. she paced back and forth as she tried to ease her nervousness, eyes roaming around the spot a familiar figure.

@lunaraven

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almost.

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huffmara:

it was safe to say that if someone were to look for mara, they’d find her right here by the great lake if not the kitchens or the common room. she often found herself by the lake, whether it be to watch the sun rise or to read some book. people hardly accompanied her, given that she still preferred to be alone, but having a friend around with her just like now was pleasant.

knitting outside wasn’t the best idea, since the soft gust of wind that came every now and then left her trying to shield her yarn from the possibility of getting all tangled up. she hoped she wasn’t being a bother to astrid, who laid on her lap reading something on dragons. it was a book she had read before back in her first year at the school, she noticed as she continued to knit. another hour or so and her scarf would be finished, maybe she could attempt to knit up a quilt after this.

she shakes her head at astrid’s question, momentarily looking down at the other girl before returning to her scarf. “not really, i’ve built up a tolerance to the cold from sitting out here too often, i suppose.” she answers as her hands moved smoothly, using the two needles to manipulate the yarn into another completed row. “how’s the book going?”

“you really like sitting out here, no?” she asks, but astrid doesn’t really expect an answer, instead she asks a follow up to it. “what’s so great about the lake that you like being here?” she asks with utmost curiosity in her tone and there, astrid slightly lowers down her book so she get to see a view of mara from below.

from there on, she finally notices the the thing mara was knitting, a scarf which she lately realize. “you’re fast, wow. i’m quite amazed.” she blinks a few times, mouth left ajar as she stares at the scarf with quite astonishment. “how many scarfs have you knitted already - with that speed, you can probably knit three in a day. what do you do even do with them after?” 

it’s only after she asked her never ending question when she answered the question thrown at her. “it’s good, i can’t believe i haven’t read this before. you should’ve recommended it to me before. didn’t you say you like dragons?” she turns her attention to the book once more, eyes fully gazing the pages as she flipped it again to another one. as astrid continued to read, she couldn't help but to ask a random question along the way. 

“hey, what’s your favorite kind of dragon anyway?”

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black and white.

it wouldn’t be too difficult to spot her dear best friend among the crowd. white suit, medium short hair. it didn’t took her long enough to spot the familiar figure on the nearby table as she walked slowly and gracefully through the chattering students. the fact that everyone seemed to have their own world did not bother astrid at all. in fact, it did helped her ease down her anxiety. surely enough, she would be easy to spot with the silver hair of hers, along with the suit she had on. she’d probably be the center of attraction with her peculiar image for the night. that’s probably the last thing astrid want to happen throughout the ball.

her look did not meant to gather attention. she never had such intention to begin with. it was more of a way to express herself freely, she wanted to be as comfortable as possible. astrid could wear dresses. she did not had any problem wearing such thing albeit not liking it.  if she had no choice she would wear them without any protest but if she had a choice, she’d choose suits over dresses any day. thankfully enough, there weren’t any rules about proper attire for girls, astrid did not hesitated but to wear something out of the ordinary, something that’s not only comfortable but totally suits her the most.

a few more steps and finally she arrived. she stopped right infront of the man who was her target, and she greeted him with a playful smile on her face. “bonsoir, monsieur.” she nodded her head, palm facing up as she reached out for jeonghan’s hand. she held it rather gently, pulling it close to plant a chase kiss on top of it. “perhaps, you’d like to dance?”

@ravenhan​

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i was gone the whole week oops. idk if it’s too late for me to plot for yule ball but if not hmu if u wanna plot astrid would love to dance with all of u aye. i’ll be putting replies on hold and do them slowly, will try to prioritize yule ball plots. :)

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because being normal is boring.

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just a bit of yellow.

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wheepuff:

five minutes. ria spent five minutes looking up into the sky, her nose aimed at the blue canvas while her index finger traced the white cottony balls decorating the baby blue. she noted there was a rabbit shaped cloud by the gryffindor tower, and this hippo that had dog ears by its butt by the ravenclaw tower. they were odd figures. nonetheless, ria was entertained. however, if she stared longer, she would strain her neck. soon, she was stretching her neck, one palm caressing her nape while rolling her head around.

everyone was busy, probably with classes. but then again, it’s just half an hour past lunch and everyone was probably pigging out in the great hall. ria, however, helped herself only with one chicken leg, some of the grease like souvenir on the corners of her lips. a little wipe would do. on her way out in the open, however, specifically up the quidditch stadium, she noticed this little head. it was silver, like a mirror reflecting the bright sunlight that’s caused her to squint. “astrid!” ria was quick to exclaim, the rush of excitement clearly fueling her on her way to her friend.

she was painting, like she always did. and just like hite on rice, ria was curious. not so cautiously, even purposely bumping her shoulder against astrid’s, she popped into astrid’s circle of solitude, peeking at the image she was picturing into the canvas. “what you doing? painting the same thing again?” like a toddler you wouldn’t want near your workplace, ria started glancing and tip toeing to get a good glimpse of astrid’s tools beside her. “just painting? no sketching or whatsoever?”

that familiar urgent footsteps that screams excitement gave it away. it definitely must be ria, and astrid wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing. her precious artwork, she feared that it would be ruined. she merely frowned at the realization, praying to all the gods there is that she was wrong with her assumptions, but then the voice speaking says otherwise. she let out a long, heavy sigh. she wouldn’t be mistaken now.

the first question left unanswered. she assumed that ria had already found the answer to the question almost immediately. it was pretty obvious anyway. “just painting.” she answered calmly, head tilting upwards to get a good glimpse at ria. “why are you even tiptoeing... why don’t you just sit beside me you’re giving yourself a hard time.” she moved a bit closer to her tools, making space on the other side of the bench for ria to sit on. honest to god, she suggested that just so she could avoid some future mishaps, knowing how clumsy ria is surely it’s highly likely to happen.

“it’s lunch time, what are you doing here shouldn’t you be helping yourself out at the great hall?” astrid asked as she turned her attention back to her masterpiece, and there she continued to apply a few more strokes on the blue sky she was painting.

[hufamelia]

• * bt ; gone girl / astrid & amelia

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hufamelia:

amelia always enjoyed classes with astrid. she was studious and pretty which made her ten times more susceptible to her advances. amelia was no newbie at charms, said subject being one of her favorites alongside her potions class, which allowed her to think that she could get away with goofing around. she was drawing small hearts and whatnot in black ink on the piece of paper. how she wished she had her gelly rolls or her colored pencils. it would make her notes even prettier.

「 ｡     ➟ “ EXPRESS NOTES / astrid 」

                ⤑  💭 ;  i might be going away for a little while

                ⤑  💭 ;  will you miss me?

she refused the urge to let tears fall down her eyes. she’d been keeping it in really well these past few days since she had been informed. she really wished that she didn’t have to leave and face reality. she folded the note carefully, slipping it on the edge of astrid’s seat. she pretended to drop her quill and sent their professor who was talking about the silencing charm. students were being briefed on it and were asked to go in pairs soon after learning how to properly cast the spell. amelia, excited, held her wand and mouthed the spell along with the class.

“very good, miss im.” 

she smiled, sticking her tongue out in between her teeth as she soaked in the compliment.

conversing through notes isn’t something new to astrid, especially with amelia. goofing around was something she got used to whenever she’s talking to amelia. most of the time, she takes everything the girl says very lightly. and so, as she finished reading the letter that just made it to her, she felt quite skeptical. maybe amelia was joking. where would even be amelia going? maybe she’s going for a vacation? her eyebrows were knitted together as she spare amelia a glance, confusion written all over her face.

but no words were spoken, instead she let the quill speak through the parchment.

「 ｡     ➟ “ EXPRESS NOTES / amelia 」

              ⤑  💭 ;  where are you even going?

              ⤑  💭 ;  i’ll miss you. just make sure to come back soon, okay?

and with a shrug of her shoulder, she passed the note to the girl’s desk without even looking, hand sneakily sliding against the other’s desk. not a minute has passed, astrid finally closed her book, deciding to finally join the class in practicing the spell they were trying to master for the day -- a silencing charm which she had read countless times through books.

however, when amelia’s last name was called, she could not help but to snicker. quite a bit funny to her that the girl had managed to keep up despite conversing with her through the notes. not that she questioned amelia’s capabilities but it seems as if amelia wasn’t herself this day. maybe if she does it successfully after amelia, they could even get paired up. astrid doesn’t even stall for a moment, she immediately tried the spell after amelia did -- not because she was feeling competitive. she really just wanted to be paired up with her. with a swish and flick of her wand, she successfully did it after mouthing a silencio, though quite late as she failed to pay attention earlier. good thing the professor’s attention was elsewhere.

they were finally asked to go in pairs, and astrid doesn’t even hesitate but to turn her gaze to amelia, body now facing sideways as she turned around. “you seemed really bothered, what’s up with you?” 

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almost.

starter for @huffmara

there was something about the great lake that astrid particularly likes -- the calmness that it brings, not to mention that it was far away from the noisy chattering of students in like almost every corner of the castle. it was probably why it doesn’t take her any effort to be dragged along in the said place, she particularly liked reading by the side of the lake.

she wouldn’t even deny that lying on her companion’s lap while she was reading the book she had been trying to finish for days now is like the most comfortable place ever. hopefully mara doesn’t mind the extra weight. it was such a good thing that she decided to wear thick clothes for the day (it was pretty cold) as the grass that were seemingly tickling her back didn’t bothered her at all. dragons seems like an interesting subject for astrid as she haven’t read anything like these in the muggle world. every pages were like a new discovery for her so she took the time to carefully examine every lines. 

it was cold, astrid noted. and it doesn’t even surprise her at all since she had seen it coming -- it was almost christmas after all. “aren’t you cold?” astrid asks, seemingly unfazed. her gaze never left the book she was reading, dainty fingers carefully flipping through the pages. 

[fymoonbyul]

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just a bit of yellow.

starter for @wheepuff

it hasn’t been an hour since astrid settled on the bench that surrounds the quidditch field. it was a beautiful day, astrid noted. the air was pretty chilly despite the sun shining brightly above. some kind of weather, really but astrid love it, she love the cold breeze in the morning and most importantly, she love the sunlight as they were a source of great shadow and highlights. it would’ve been better if she could do portraits of someone but the field was empty. she had no choice but to paint a landscape not too far away from where she was. 

the field being empty didn’t bother her at all. in fact, she did appreciated the deafening silence that comes with it. sadly enough, the silence soon faded away, only to be replaced by footsteps that seemed to be going to her direction.

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you’re beautiful.

starter for @slyleia

it was getting chilly, astrid noted. not that it was surprising as it was already early december. it should be more of a surprise for her and for everyone that she’s actually outside in such a chilly weather, not to mention that exams were just around the corner. she should be in the library studying but astrid being the book worm that she is, had already studied in advance. one deserves a break after days of burying yourself in piles of books after all. so here she was sitting on a bench with an easel, a canvas, some acrylic paints and a plate filled with variety of smudged colors.

it’s been almost an hour if she remember it correctly. an hour since she arrived, an hour since she had her eyes settled on a certain slytherin not too far away. a girl with a black hair and dark brown eyes. astrid knew her by face but she never got the chance to talk to her, nor catch her name. astrid wasn’t so sure what she saw in the girl’s face but for some reason, she couldn’t take her eyes off from her ever since she had her feet planted against the pavement. maybe it was her hair today? or was it the scarf? maybe the former.

she took the time to admire her piece after she was done. one and half hour of smudging and stroking. not bad if you were to ask her. it turned out better than she expected. astrid ended up staring a bit longer at her piece. maybe she should paint her more often after all, she’d make such a great subject, astrid thought.