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Nathaniel David Forrester
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May 1, 2018 15:16:02 GMT -7
Post by Nathaniel David Forrester on May 1, 2018 15:16:02 GMT -7
JOIN A CLUB THEY SAID, IT'LL BE FUN THEY SAID. Though the actual word Alicia had used was 'rewarding'. It really remained to be seen, but as of that moment Nate was unconvinced. Alas, after almost losing his place at Hogwarts altogether, Nate was willing to do something quite uncharacteristic. He was going to try at something he had no desire to try for in the first place. How... revolutionary.
No stranger to the chill of the dungeons, Nate had long since abandoned his robes, the sleeves of his school shirt rolled up around the crease of his elbows. He couldn't stop biting his lip. Walking through the dank, damp smelling halls with internal trepidation but external calm.
In one hand he held a black leather bound sketchbook, in the other a warm bread roll. He'd been so unsure about the entire venture that he'd risked it all by snatching food items from the kitchens on his way past. The school elves were short and some near sighted. It was no challenge at all to melt in to the stonework and stuff the pocket of his slacks with a warm apple pie and some bread. Nate hated The Great Hall.
Soon enough, though, the assigned room loomed before him. A stout wooden door, no sign out front. He almost missed it entirely, had it not been for the brass number hammered on the front. Art Club. Nate hadn't even known there had been an Art Club until Alicia had suggested it to him. His drawings were his and his alone, a private hobby. But, the Forrester's still bought him supplies every birthday and Christmas. Never intruding, but always aware. He hated that about them.
With a single knock on the door, Nate turned the handle and entered the classroom. It was quite small, but blissfully quiet. "Uh-" He cleared a crack in his throat, nostrils flaring in annoyance as he was forced to draw attention to himself. "This the Art Club?" He asked gruffly, slipping through the small crack in the door he'd made and silently closing it behind him. Nate wasn't the type to throw open and slam doors. The only person he could see, and address, was a wavy haired blonde.
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May 7, 2018 22:04:55 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on May 7, 2018 22:04:55 GMT -7
xx.xx.2024??? Despite the anxiety and nerve-wracking sensation of having to be back at school once again, that also meant that she had free range of the art club room. Officially, the meeting place was in the dungeons. It hadn’t been that way for the last year, since most of the meetings were held in the hospital wing, to accommodate Xan. Cordelia hadn’t minded going there to paint or draw, or whatever it was that normal artists did, but she preferred the dungeon classroom because it held the dark room she used for developing her photographs. So that was what she was doing today – one of the first sessions of many, trying to get through as many rolls of film from the summer as possible so that she wasn’t backlogged going into the school year. Her parents had offered to send the summer photos to a developer, but she had kindly refused. This was her work, and she had to go through the lengthy process of developing and printing everything on her own. Some other person wouldn’t understand what she was trying to achieve and it also placed her photos at risk by being in their possession. She absolutely could not do that.
So far she had managed to get a dozen or so rolls into the chemicals, each of them on their final wash step to get the more harmful chemicals off and so that they wouldn’t be light sensitive anymore. Eventually she was going to have to figure out a way to charm the rolls to make sure they wouldn’t be exposed if she messed up and revealed them to light. Realizing that was a pretty good idea, she pulled out a notebook she used to scribble thoughts down in, most of which pertained to photography plans, and marked it with a bunch of stars to make it look more important amongst the rest of her ideas. In reality, everything in there was important to her. It was the getting to each and every one of them that was difficult. Eventually it would happen though.
A single knock on the door of the club room and the audible click of the handle had Cordelia quickly stuffing her notebook back into her bag. There was nothing secretive inside it, but she also didn’t want anyone looking at her notes and ideas on what she wanted to do with her magic and photography. The last thing she needed was someone else’s criticism on those. The person that entered cleared their throat, asking if this was the art club. She didn’t recognize the voice, and by the question, that meant it wasn’t one of the other members. Turning slowly on her seat to face the boy at the other end of the room, Cordelia nodded her head. There was a plaque on the door to indicate that. Had he not seen it? “Uhhh y-yeah it is…” she said quietly, looking down at her feet, which were perched carefully on the piece that connected two of the legs of the stool together. “I umm…c-can I he-help you?”
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Nathaniel David Forrester
HOGWARTS ALUM accidental magic reversal squad
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Jun 4, 2018 18:06:21 GMT -7
Post by Nathaniel David Forrester on Jun 4, 2018 18:06:21 GMT -7
HAVING MASTERED THE ART OF BEING A wallflower, Nate had never relished the spot light. It also meant that he had a very keen sense for tension. And as he slid in to the Art Room, addressing the blonde, he felt tension. Suddenly, Nate wished he hadn't agreed to join at all. But, he wasn't a quitter, and the door was shut behind him by then.
Fingers hooked along one side of his sketchbook, Nate hiked it up against his side as he shifted on to his heels awkwardly. He wasn't unfamiliar with the jilted cadence of a stutter, and so held his line patiently as she answered him. "I joined," Nate said simply, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. The only other person in the room, Nate didn't know what he expected of the elusive Art Club. It seemed about as failed as his entire attempt to do something right and join.
Slowly, Nate walked further in to the room. There were plenty of tables to go around, but he chose the closest to the back of the room, aware that members could wander in at any moment and unwilling to have any of them at his back. It just so happened to be a single table away from the blonde, which made it easier to talk to her when needed. He didn't like the idea of shouting across the room.
"Am I missing something?" He asked, deadpan. "I thought it was free sign up?" Nate hadn't jotted his name down on any idiotic slip of parchment, but he thought Alicia had maybe put the word in for him. He didn't know, he was just informed what day it was held and that maybe he should 'take a look'. And there he was, looking. But, she kept looking at him like he was an intruder. He was unsure if she found him an unwelcome addition, or if she perhaps felt she was suddenly an unwelcome addition to the room with him around.
Slapping his sketchbook on to the worktop, he fished around in his pocket and laid out a suederoll of charcoals, bound together with a piece of string that, when uncoiled, folded out along the top of his book. He looked up again, to see if she was looking at him. "Don't worry, I'll be as quiet as a mouse." He commented sarcastically. "Maybe you'll get lucky and forget I'm even here."
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Jun 17, 2018 20:59:32 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Jun 17, 2018 20:59:32 GMT -7
xx.xx.2024??? He joined the art club? Well that made sense, she supposed. Usually new members didn’t wander in like this though – they waited until the first meeting of the year and then went in and out as they pleased. But it wasn’t like formalities like that really mattered. The current members were scarce and each had their own wants and needs, and finding more than a handful of them in the club room at any given time, aside from planned meetings, usually meant something was wrong. Granted, she was one of the ones that was more elusive, so maybe it wasn’t her place to decide whether or not the boy was a new member or not. That was up to the club captain and their advisor, and them alone. “Oh…o-okay,” Cordelia responded as the boy moved from the door and towards the table directly behind the one she was sat at. Conversing with the club members she knew wasn’t too difficult because she kind of knew them already, but if this boy was expecting her to hold a lengthy discussion, he was going to have a rude awakening. He asked if he was missing something, and her eyebrows furrowed. What would he be missing? Aside from the lack of people in the room, there really wasn’t much more to say about the club other than that everyone did their own thing. He added his thoughts on the club, and she nodded her head quickly, realizing what he was trying to get at a little too late. “It is…” she muttered, unsure if he wanted any more clarification than that. Keeping it short and sweet worked in her favor sometimes, but it was impossible to tell with a stranger, especially when she was feeding them answers like this. That made it look like she was fine to talk, when it was always the exact opposite.
The sketchbook he dropped in front of him on to the table had gone completely unnoticed until now. Cordelia had been far more occupied with picking her words carefully, and then forcing them out, to notice the boy’s choice of artistic medium. She wasn’t much of an artist past what she used her camera for, so it was clear who the real artist between the two of them was. She was assured that he wouldn’t be loud at all, and that she would probably forget about him after a while. Like that would happen. Having another him in the room with her made already made it feel like his eyes were going to be locked on to an invisible target on her back. While she knew thinking that way was silly and not worth worrying about, it was also impossible to avoid it, her anxiety always managing to get the jump on her.
Today, though, the other little voice in her head was desperately fighting back to not wimp out like she usually did. “It’s-” she began, mouth and brain promptly deciding not to work in unison. It was what? What was she trying to say to him? That it was fine if he kept talking, and that she wasn’t really busy enough to be troubled by some conversation? That telling people to ignore him left a bad impression? That being okay with others willfully forgetting he was there was both a blessing and a curse, leaving much larger impacts deep inside than they showed on the outside? Whatever those words were supposed to be, Cordelia found she couldn’t say them, leaving her puzzled about whether her questions applied more to him, or to herself. The silence that followed her single word left her begging for the clock on her wash cycle to ding, so that she could escape the awkward trap she had just placed herself in. That would at least pull her out of it and let her collect herself once again. But so far, that clock was deciding to be her enemy.
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Nathaniel David Forrester
HOGWARTS ALUM accidental magic reversal squad
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Jun 29, 2018 8:59:18 GMT -7
Post by Nathaniel David Forrester on Jun 29, 2018 8:59:18 GMT -7
NATE'S BROWS HAD CLIMBED HALFWAY UP HIS forehead, his tongue pressed in to his cheek as he felt so suddenly unwanted. He never usually allowed this to happen. Never put himself in a position where he could be so on display and in danger of being rejected by a student. Of course, he didn't know this girl. He didn't think she was in his year, he'd have noticed her in class.
She was a girl of very few words, and Nate didn't mind that as he took his seat and began fiddling with his book and charcoals. Though, there was a definite tension in the room. He'd sarcastically dismissed his own presence just to ease it in his own mind. Don't let her think he was desperate for company. Or, that he was going to nip at her heels. He didn't need her to talk to him and he didn't need her to like him either. Or, so his defensive brain told him. Though, when she was first to break the following silence he was surprised.
Looking up from his book, Nate's eyes widened and his jaw flexed as he waited. But, nothing came. He briefly wondered if he'd imagined it but no, she was looking at him. Her mouth almost parted in speech. Nate waited a good minute, then another. He wasn't afraid of a little eye contact. He absently spun a piece of charcoal and counted eight rotations with no further sound. And so he shrugged and looked away, but he couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity. The way she froze, it reminded him of Ollie. While looking down at his book, Nate sighed quietly.
"So you take photos?" He said without looking up, his tone flat but not cold as he tested the edge of a charcoal piece against the bottom corner of his book. "What kind?"
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Jul 19, 2018 19:43:34 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Jul 19, 2018 19:43:34 GMT -7
xx.xx.2024??? Her silence was met with unwavering eye contact. Cordelia didn’t want to be the first to turn away, foolishly thinking that whatever she had begun to say would find its way out during the dramatic pause. Had he even heard her? She couldn’t tell if it was an expectant gaze or not. That was a ‘her’ problem though, the causation for her silly thoughts being her inexplicable lack of communicating like a proper person should. At the same time, the words she had managed to piece together and the way she was planted in place with a stranger so close to her, was a feat that had only been accomplished a few times prior. Finding a personal victory mid mental freak out was hilarious, and Cordelia swallowed to choke down the awkward smile that desperately wanted to take over her face. This wasn’t funny – she needed to get over her fears or she was going to be suffering in a job she hated come one year from now.
But she wasn’t able to say a word in the minutes that followed her utterance, and the boy eventually went about his own work, breaking their eye contact first. Cordelia didn’t budge at all from where she had been. Was their conversation (if it could be called that in the first place) done? Normally new club members had about a million questions, and that was when she took her leave and let the more vocal folks in the club take over. She would take too long to explain everything anyways. This was different though, because she was the only senior member in the classroom, and that made it her responsibility to explain everything, assuming he had questions about the club. So far, the Hufflepuff had given a superb introduction to club activities, by standing there like a tongue-tied idiot.
Cordelia never expected his next words to be directed at her own talent, the sound of his voice cracking the silence making her jump slightly in her place. Hopefully he didn’t sense her skittishness, because her uneasiness to talk had definitely been masterfully shown. “L-L-Landscapes m-mostly…and ar-architecture when I can.” That wasn’t vague or anything. Details Cordelia! She wanted to face palm over her own actions all the time. There was no harm in practicing her speech with a complete stranger. It was like killing two birds with one stone: talking more and not being nervous around random people. At the same time, that was the most difficult hurdle to get over. Someday, maybe.
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Nathaniel David Forrester
HOGWARTS ALUM accidental magic reversal squad
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Jul 27, 2018 10:47:54 GMT -7
Post by Nathaniel David Forrester on Jul 27, 2018 10:47:54 GMT -7
THE STILTED STUTTERING WAS NOT UNFAMILIAR TO Nate. He'd watched Oliver develop his own virtually since he first met his brother. The flexing of their throats, a ghosting of words on wobbling lips. He'd figured out his own way of communicating with him over time. But, ever person was different. Even the ones with similarities.
Twirling a stalk of charcoal around his fingers, they became steadily smudged as the blond trundled along her sentence. That ticking silence before only broken by Nate's own questioning. Which was entirely uncharacteristic, unless he was feeling bitter. This was different, as his face was entirely devoid of anything sour. Bar the gentle lifting of his brows, and the gnawing of his own top lip, Nate didn't appear affected at all as the girl tip-toed through her own reply. Nate was just mildly surprised she answered at all.
"Cool..." Was all he said in reply, lips pursing as he dipped his head and begun gently sloping the edge of his charcoal against his thick canvas paper. He'd only just drawn the beginnings of a soft jawline when he found his mouth falling open. He wasn't really the type for small talk, which was perhaps why he wasn't wasting his time with eye contact, but he still found himself filling the silence. "Prefer portraits myself," He said, the tip of his tongue wetting his bottom lip. "Lot you can get from a strange face."
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Jul 28, 2018 10:42:00 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Jul 28, 2018 10:42:00 GMT -7
xx.xx.2024??? Her vague response was met with an equally vague response, that of a ‘cool’. That was certainly one way to put it. She thought her ideas on landscapes and photography were cool, and she had always assumed that her club mates did as well when she managed to put those opinions into an actual functioning conversation. Lately, the only chance she had to do that was when trying to convince Gilderoy that there were interesting things to take pictures of other than himself, not that she thought he was interesting at all. Annoyingly aggressive about how he great he was, for sure, but not interesting in that sense.
Cordelia continued to watch the boy do whatever it was he was doing with his charcoals, still unsure of the nature of the sketch. The only time that she had ever gotten into that form of art was when they did club-wide workshops, specifically focusing on a medium. The last time they had done that it was one of those paint by numbers pieces. Hers turned out ok…it was sitting in the corner of the club room behind a bunch of the other ones. Photography suited her just fine, whereas water colors and sketching did not. The most hand-eye coordination the Hufflepuff had was with her eye glued to the viewfinder and her finger pressing down on the shutter.
After another bout of silence, he added that he liked portraits. Something about details in the face. Cordelia bit down on her bottom lip as she shook her head a smidge. Maybe that was true when it came to paintings and drawings – she wholeheartedly disagreed with photographs. Sure, there were a million ways to capture what the photographer wanted to convey when it came to portraits, but for the most part that was still showing what the subject wanted to show. To her, that meant the picture lost what she wanted to tell. With landscapes, architecture - literally anything else – she was free to do so. Portraits though? It was like handing Gilderoy Lockhart a golden ticket and telling him to go to town with whatever he pleased, with her on the sidelines capturing it all on film. “D-Don’t you l-l-lose your vi-vision though?” she asked. “I-I think p-portraits t-t-take away from uhhh…from what I want to t-t-tell…”
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Jul 30, 2018 6:33:33 GMT -7
Post by Nathaniel David Forrester on Jul 30, 2018 6:33:33 GMT -7
THIS WAS PERHAPS THE FIRST TIME NATE HAD willingly offered up knowledge of his own hobby. Drawing was something he usually did all alone, with nobody to criticise him. Deep down, he often thought that the first time somebody told him he was no good, well he'd bin all of his supplies and never look back again. Because, drawing didn't achieve anything, but somehow it still mattered to him. So, he'd kept it a secret.
The edge of the charcoal scraped against the paper, rounding off a sloping cheekbone with concentrated precision. He spoke only because it had come to mind, and there was nobody around but the blonde to hear him. He doubted she'd spread his speech, but he still chose his words carefully just in case.
"Hm," He hummed indifferently, lips pressed together as he paused drawing to side-eye the girl shrewdly. There was something of a smile on his thin, pursed lips as he rolled his charcoal between his thumb and forefinger. "Not if my subject doesn't know that I'm drawing them." He offered up conspiratorially, shrugging his shoulders loosely. "Then the vision is all mine." He began to draw again, licking his dry lips as the silhouette of a face began to take slow shape.
"I decide how I interpret them." And he said this with a quiet insistence in his voice, as if he'd thought about it often but never said it out loud. "It's somebody else's face, but it's still my choice how they end up on the page." And that alone made him stop and look down at his own half-finished drawing, at what he assumed was an entirely imagined face. Except he'd begun to interpret the blond girls wide, cornered deer eyes. Had already began dotting smudgy freckles underneath.
Throwing an arm over the drawing lazily, he straightened up and properly addressed the girl again. "How do you tell a story with a photo of a landscape?" He asked, with a slight hardness to his tone. He felt a little taken off guard. Like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. "Like... how do you take control of a frozen moment?"
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Aug 18, 2018 14:16:45 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Aug 18, 2018 14:16:45 GMT -7
xx.xx.2024??? Cordelia wasn’t sure if she was understanding the boy correctly or not. He drew his subjects when they didn’t even know it? That was sort of creepy. She knew she wouldn’t go around taking pictures of people without their permission, because that was rude. Treat others the way they wanted to be treated. That was what her parents had always told her. The Hufflepuff didn’t want random people running up to her and snapping photos of her, so she wouldn’t do that to them either. As for having her picture drawn from a distance, she was sure the same could be applied. At least in her medium, not much could be modified. A picture was a still. A drawing, like the boy’s, could be changed to however he envisioned it. He basically said that himself. Sure, there was technology out there that could do the same with her pictures, but that was a moot point. When they were at school, all they had were their tools. Hers happened to be ‘frozen’, as he put it, and his was much more malleable.
On the topic of her still photos, Cordelia crossed her arms over her chest, biting down on her lower lip. Nobody had ever truly questioned her ‘artistic vision’, or whatever it was. They usually said the photographs were pretty and moved on. Obviously not all of her work was of a high quality, but she understood the sentiment nonetheless. That was how the uninitiated and uninformed were. She was the same way when it came to the other club members’ work. “I…well…I get to p-p-pick what I w-want to show…b-but it’s not be-because there’s always a st-story.” It took her way too long to mutter the sentence out. This wasn’t a confrontation by any means, but she was so out of practice with talking to someone who was challenging her own ideas that it still felt like one. “L-Landscapes are m-more for mem-memories…y-you know?”
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Nathaniel David Forrester
HOGWARTS ALUM accidental magic reversal squad
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Aug 30, 2018 15:31:43 GMT -7
Post by Nathaniel David Forrester on Aug 30, 2018 15:31:43 GMT -7
NATE KNEW EVEN AS HE SPOKE THAT HIS METHOD was a little unorthodox. But, he couldn't just ask people if he could draw them, that would mean telling them he drew things in the first place. Plus, from what he'd seen, people always started making weird faces when they knew they were posing for something. Like a photo, for example. Even 'candid' photos were staged half the time. He didn't take back what he said, because he wasn't a liar. Just letting it fester in the space between them.
As for her landscapes, she had something to say about those. He supposed it made sense that she would defend her own hobby, just like he had with his, but he was still a little surprised when she slowly verbalised her own opinion. He waited, staring blankly until she was finished. When she was, he ducked his head and sketched the rough edge of a cheekbone on his canvas paper.
"That makes more sense." He told her, lifting one of his shoulders casually. "Doesn't have to be a story to be art." Nate said, looking up and pursing his lips in to what would have been a smile if he had any intention of trying harder. "Only snobs force shit like that." Which was exactly why he didn't hang around with the artsy crowd. His nose wrinkled reflexively.
"Do all your photos represent memories?" He asked, because he felt like he was on a roll, and maybe a part of him just wanted to see if he could get the girl to talk more than a few lines at him before they lapsed in to inevitable silence. "I mean, cause like, not all of my portraits are actual people." Which was true, sometimes he cut and pasted. Or, sometimes he drew straight up caricatures. He saved those for the people he liked the least. "Sometimes a photo's just a photo right?"
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Aug 30, 2018 22:21:56 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Aug 30, 2018 22:21:56 GMT -7
xx.xx.2024??? Right. Art didn’t have to have a story. But a memory was a story in a way, wasn’t it? A part of her own story. One that she wrote from the second she woke up, to the moment her head hit her pillow and sleep overcame her. That was the same for everyone, whether they realized it or not. A unique life story in which no two people would have the same experiences. Obviously someone could imitate or copy her photographs and Cordelia knew that she was stretching the concept of storytelling and art extremely thin by claiming her memories to specific pictures, but that was the truth. Even if there was a copy of her work someday, that person would be basing it off of their own memories, thus crossing their story with her own. Cordelia didn’t like thinking about existential things like that, but it was hard to ignore whilst in a discussion like this. Her mouth stayed sealed shut when the boy criticized art snobs. There wasn’t much more she could say on the subject; art was subjective and it always would be.
Most of her attention had been drawn to the piece of paper that the boy had been drawing on – the one his arm was covering. He had been using charcoals, which in her experience, had a tendency to smudge when in contact with literally anything. The sides of her fingers were the bane of her existence when it came to a sketching lesson in the club, and she could only imagine how the state of the drawing in front of her must have been by now. An arm would do a significant amount of damage for sure. “Uhhh…” Cordelia stalled, backtracking her thoughts so she could reprocess what he had asked. “N-No n-not all are. I have p-p-projects I work on t-t-too…those are uhhhh on they’re own.” At times they earned meaning, though she typically found that it came with the completion of the project. There was an initial spark, an idea or theory she wanted to test, which would lead to the compilation of photographs, and thus, their memories. They had less meat to them than a still of her cat did though, as did most of what she snapped willy-nilly. “Is that a real p-person?” she asked suddenly, finger pointed and eyes still trained on the drawing he had been working on earlier. There had to be a difference between creating from the mind and from a live subject.
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Sept 9, 2018 10:09:51 GMT -7
Post by Nathaniel David Forrester on Sept 9, 2018 10:09:51 GMT -7
WHILE NATE HAD INDEED BEGUN TO SKETCH THE plains of the girls face, it hadn't been entirely on purpose. He had simply put charcoal to paper, his tongue becoming loose as he spoke, and her freckled cheeks grew depth and dimension. That was why he'd slung his arm around it, because by the time he'd realised it was far too late to turn back. Plus, he'd never been a quitter and she need never know. She was far too busy talking about her own projects. Until she stuttered out a question.
Nate's shoulder's tensed immediately, hiking up around his knees as he frowned at her. "I don't know yet..." He grumbled in to his paper, ducking his head as he felt a heat prickle the back of his neck. "I haven't decided." Though, he had, whether or not he knew it. And, Nate had never liked leaving an unfinished project in his sketchbook. Except, maybe she wouldn't notice. Slowly, he peeled his arm away to avoid suspicion and dropped his charcoals. Turning it up on its edge, the heavy hardback thudded against the table as he showed her it.
"Does it look like anyone yet?" He asked without expecting an answer. It was always better to be upfront with his deceptions, especially when called upon. "Maybe you can name her." He said blandly, peering around the edge of his sketchbook to look at his own work with a kind of reeking disapproval, he was always harsh about his own work. It was just the left side of a profile, a sloping nose and freckled cheekbone. The barest lines beginning to accentuate a long, regal neck and a mane of wavy hair. It was and it wasn't the blonde. Because, in reality, she was almost curled in to herself. He drew a different version of the very same face.
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Oct 14, 2018 21:17:41 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Oct 14, 2018 21:17:41 GMT -7
xx.xx.2024??? Maybe this was true artistic ability. The skill to create something from nothing. Her pictures served their purpose well – her own take on the world around her. But photographs only captured things as they were at that moment in time. A snapshot, frozen forever. Drawing, painting, the other arts, those had the capability of being the same as her photography, selective scenes becoming works of beauty, but they also required something more than just proper framing and the pressing of a button. Cordelia knew that. It didn’t mean what she was doing was lesser than what a painter was doing, but there were considerable differences in raw talent between them. Even an untrained eye could tell that. So the fact that the boy was drawing a face out of the blue like that without a subject to pull from was amazing. She couldn’t do that. At least not with her camera. That would be an impossible feat unless she used muggle technology to superimpose a person into her photo.
The boy stated he hadn’t decided yet, whether it was a real person or not. He held up his sketchbook for her to look at, his face hidden behind it. Cordelia looked it over silently, unsure of how to answer his question. If he didn’t know if this girl he was drawing was real or not, how would she know who it was? Her eyebrows furrowed, almost meeting in the middle of her face as she turned her head just enough in order to get a better look at the sketch.
“C-C-Couldn’t say…” Cordelia stammered. This wasn’t her, was it? There were plenty of girls at Hogwarts with freckles and wavy hair. Her earlier thought about drawing without a subject had forced its way up front again, and now she was wondering if she had been the model for it the entire time. She had never looked at herself from the side before like that, so it was hard to tell from what the boy had drawn. But the mere fact that he had included an excessive amount of freckles and the almost unmistakable nature of her hair now had her wondering. “I-I d-don’t think its m-my place to n-n-name your work.”
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Nathaniel David Forrester
HOGWARTS ALUM accidental magic reversal squad
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Oct 24, 2018 15:52:04 GMT -7
Post by Nathaniel David Forrester on Oct 24, 2018 15:52:04 GMT -7
IT HAD BEEN RATHER DARING FOR NATE TO BE SO upfront about his drawing, but he had known that his deceptive transparency depended on her self doubt. Somehow Nate had known, or at least suspected, that even if he showed Cordelia the drawing she would not air her own familiarity with it. She reeked of doubt and insecurity that Nate figured she thought if she were to ask him she'd appear self-absorbed. Oh, how the moralistic lived.
However, the moment Cordelia began stuttering her way through a reply, speaking along the very vein Nate had suspected, he almost felt disappointed. Maybe he wanted her to confront him. In fact, the more he looked at her, watched her avert her gaze like she couldn't bear to look at it, the more Nate wished to tell her. He frowned at the very same profile he had sketched, setting the book back down and fingering a sharpened stalk of charcoal with black tipped fingertips.
"But I'm asking you to," Nate said insistently, his eyes narrowing, as if he thought a little extra push might encourage her to simply ask him. "It is your place if I ask you, isn't it?" He stopped boring a hole in the side of her face, dropping his attention back to the drawing as he turned his head this way and that, inspecting it before he continued. When he did he pressed the edge of his charcoal down on an errant curl, pulling it along the sharp curve of the girl's jawline in a gentle caress before smudging the jaw's shadow just a little more. As if he were daring her forward with his own silence.
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