Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2021 19:25:35 GMT -7
March 2026
Finally, after years of struggling, Mavis was finally getting somewhere. She had left her posh home in France for freedom. Originally she planned to live with her boyfriend of the time, while she worked on getting on her own two feet. But that didn’t work out too well. She made her way to London to start school at the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts. That had been a couple years. Sure, during that time she was homeless, mostly couch surfing. Though the girl hated to be a burden to her friends. It wasn’t long before her and one of her closest friends got a shabby place together. Working as a street artist in between classes, winters were always the hardest. Her first art show proved a success. Three of her own pieces had made it in, and thanks to a fellow part veela friend, who posed for one, she sold two of her paintings. And many people said that her stuff was good. That was promising, and the exact encouragement she needed.
The girl had come a long way, and all on her own merit. If only her father could see her now. Not that she wanted any contact with him. He’d only tell her she had made a huge mistake. He would also do everything in his power to bring her back, under his foot, so that he could marry her off for his own personal gain. But Mavis wouldn’t allow that. No, she was happy with her life now. She was finally starting to get her name out there, and on top of that, she was dating a rather interesting werewolf. She had no complaints about her life. With classes, she worked on painting her latest masterpieces, breathing into the art. She worked near an open window, as the chemicals weren’t the best to breath in for a long period of time. She worked using her sketches and a roughed out sketch on her canvas. She worked layer by layer, listening to music as she worked. She couldn’t work too late today, seeing as she was meeting up with someone later. As what was natural for her, her hands and arms were soon littered with paint. Some she knew how it got there, and others she had no clue. It was never a surprise if she managed to get paint in her hair or somewhere on her face. When she was painting, her mind, body and soul were focused on her one task, painting.
