Narcissa Black
Slytherin 
There [i]is[/i] beauty in the .b.r.e.a.k.d.o.w.n.
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Post by Narcissa Black on Mar 1, 2007 16:52:32 GMT -5
A petite girl of only fourteen layed stretched out on the dock in the middle of the pond. Her left arm layed out so she could rest her head on it, and her right arm draped over the side of the dock. She drug her hand lazily through the water, her small fingers making little waves. Shaking her head slightly to get more comfortable on her arm, her brilliant blonde hair shined brightly in the sun. Piercing blue eyes scanned the surface, though not really seeing anything. The youngest Black girl was daydreaming, which could be very dangerous so close to the water. Her being a Slytherin, quite a few people would love to shove her in. She decided she'd hex them to obliviation, quickly dropping back into her dream-like state again.
She flipped onto her stomach, her left arm bending so her small hand cupped her face gently, holding her head up. She kept her other hand in the water, the water slipping through her fingers. Her knees bent up, her legs kicking and swaying slightly in a rythm of silent music. She was adorned in tight regular blue jeans, and a green t-shirt that said 'Rising Vacancy'. They were a Muggle band, but so unheard of she was able to wear it without hearing anybody complain. Her Slytherin tie hung loosely around her neck, untied. |
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Post by Sirius Black on Mar 2, 2007 15:01:33 GMT -5
Sirius strolled across the grounds, a black towel on his shoulder as he had planned to go for a swim.
Cold, yes, but honestly, he didn't mind.
He was in the white t-shirt Artemis had magically conjured for him a few days back, and a blue, long-sleeved button-up shirt over it as a jacket. He wore a pair of faded, baggt, ripped jeans over his black swimming trunk, that could be seen underneath the shirt's white as his pants were loose on his hips.
He heard the sound of flowing water, as if someone was gently stroking it. He had a keen sense of hearing, after all.
He squinted his eyes in the rare sun, and rolled his eyes. His cousin Narcissa had decided to spend the free day at the lake.
He casually walked over, as it was necessary to get into the water by the dock, it being the deepest part of the pond. He was planning to dive, anyways.
"Well, hello cousin." He said. He wasn't in the mood much to bicker and fight, so he resisted the urge to just shove her in like the child he was.
He dumped his towel on the wooden floor next to Narcissa's relaxing body, along with the shirt he had on as a jacket. "What brings you out on this lovely day?"
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Post by Celeste Azerath on Mar 8, 2007 8:58:48 GMT -5
Celeste took the free day as an opportunity to get away from the Slytherins who had been toying and chasing her continiously for the past couple days.
A big exam in Potions was coming up, and Robbie needed the notes. So the usual bullying had been put aside and he was doing his darndest to lure her in onto her 'sweet caring' side, just like always when it came to big exams.
But seeing as he was in a detention today, she found it a reliece, a sign.
She clutched her sketchbook tightly to her chest as she walked to the lake, nature being her best friend, besides her brother. But he had abandoned her for an auror mission for the next month, she couldn't contact him when she had a problem,or when she needed a break. She just had to deal with it. And drawing always seemed to be the way out of the real world.
As she was approaching the lake, she saw two people laying on the dock, assuming that they were having a private conversation, she took the opportunity to slip down a little farther away, into the shadows of the dock, and lean agains a tree's trunk.
Staring out onto the glorious shining lake, she couldn't help but keep glancing back at the dock.
Finally she sighed, letting the artist within her take over her childish fears, and she flipped open her sketch book to a new empty page, snatched a pencil from the metal coils, looking up at the dock, she began to draw the lake and the strangers, what would make a perfect drawing, a perfect painting.
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Post by Sirius Black on Mar 10, 2007 21:51:13 GMT -5
Sirius just waited for Cissy's reply as he took of his shirt, covering a shiver as the cold wind touched his bare skin.
He felt a pair of eyes watching them from a distance and looked around. He raised his eyebrows amusedly as he spotted a girl, drawing what seemed to be them.
"Someone seems to find this a perfect image," he commented, not really caring if some stranger was drawing him. If you were Sirius Black, you'd have many fan girls just waiting to take your picture 24/7.
He slipped off his jeans and his sandals, walking over the edge, and diving into the ice-cold water.
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Post by Celeste Azerath on Mar 10, 2007 22:20:13 GMT -5
Celeste saw the boy glance at her for a moment, and she froze, her pencil still on the page. Her cheeks became a little more red when he took off his shirt and pants, only her heart plummeted as the boy dove into the water, she had just gotten to sketching him in her drawing. Maybe she could remember how he was positioned.
She pretended as if the boy had never left the dock, and ignored the swimming in the lake. She continued to sketch, and then started on the face, shading in the black hair that shaped it.
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