Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2019 8:45:58 GMT -7
The sun beamed upon Cassia’s face minutes after she rolled over the sheets, her gaze locked onto the cloudless sky, endless bright hues of blue and green taking over her entire vision. There were no shadows, no threat of rain or drizzle, but the mesmerizing sound of dozens of birds creating an orchestra. Golden rays of sunshine painted the spectacular hour, crisp air and mild, balmy wind coming from the window both telling a story. She could have spent hours looking, eyes paying attention to the millimetric changes as new shades of colour fell upon every part of the background. Little after breakfast, she had wandered about with quill and parchment, tracing small, spontaneous drawings from what she could notice, and there was a lot her creativity could use as munition. Her art was that of knowing nothing was quite amazing as the sights offered by nature, and she knew it was her duty to turn this miraculous pre-summer into a painting.
She’d set her focus on the sky meters above, full of details only the wandering mind could notice. It had always painted her curiosity, that of how nature worked; relief washing over herself as she settled for a tree, many hours later, on the outside of Hogwarts. Sat down next to it and allowed herself to enjoy the fact it wasn’t winter, and there was no threat of storms. She had a smile, then, cheshire-grin upon realizing her well-cared for blue-ish curls were the very same tone as the airspace above. Professionally applied makeup - by her own hands - was done with as much mastery as her talent for drawing, and she hoped to one day carry the brighten iris with which other people might find news ways to perceive their planet.
Hours passed by before she finished her drawing. A proud smile danced in the corner of her lips and she covered it carefully. There was work to be done, still - people to embellish and friends to make sure had kept the changes she made earlier on them with new outfits and makeup. The courtyard was the perfect place to be at if only because Annie had told her of current whereabouts, and Cassia followed to the familiar space. It wasn’t as pretty as other parts of their surrounding, but she could find beauty in statues; the wish to paint those only suppressed by her focus. “Annie, you look wonderful.” Beaming then, not the product of imagination, watching her peer dressed to impress with a fantastic blue dress, made better with a golden belt. “How did it go with your club?” She asked right away, aware the answer would be: pure success. Of course her friend had gotten their attention, with an amazing outfit as the one she’d chosen, and Cassia couldn’t help but be proud Annie accepted her guidance;
If only there were a matching outfit for men. An idea snapping inside Cassiopeia’s mind the very same second Annie told her goodbye, and for once she was happy not to have to continue the talking; she loved her friends dearly and had always enjoyed spending time with them, but when an idea came into place… the ravenclaw needed time to sit down and consider it. Her eyes, however, searched for the many boys on her surrounding. Could it be that one might accept to lend her a hand? Most certainly. She couldn’t think of a good reason why anybody might say no, except if they were getting ready for a date with their love of their lives - and quidditch matches or training weren’t a great excuses as far as it went on her books. So she looked for somebody alone, who didn’t look nervous or in a hurry.
And there he was. “Hey, you!” Her approach far from subtle, though the smile playing on her lips was warm, like when you feel the heat of the sun on your skin after being cold for too long - that kind of warmth. Her mind wasn’t as turbulent as it’d been five minutes prior, and her hair barely misaligned; a single movement of her fingers on it were sufficient to have it fixed. “I need somebody to help me choose and wear an outfit! Will you be my model today? Say yes.” Taking a better look at him - he wasn’t too tall or too short, looked as young as she was, though she couldn’t remember seeing him before - might not have paid attention - and had an elegant enough stance. “Please, please, please, you need to help me.” That’s all it took- for her to join her fingers together and do her best lost puppy stare. It. always. worked. “Please?”
She’d set her focus on the sky meters above, full of details only the wandering mind could notice. It had always painted her curiosity, that of how nature worked; relief washing over herself as she settled for a tree, many hours later, on the outside of Hogwarts. Sat down next to it and allowed herself to enjoy the fact it wasn’t winter, and there was no threat of storms. She had a smile, then, cheshire-grin upon realizing her well-cared for blue-ish curls were the very same tone as the airspace above. Professionally applied makeup - by her own hands - was done with as much mastery as her talent for drawing, and she hoped to one day carry the brighten iris with which other people might find news ways to perceive their planet.
Hours passed by before she finished her drawing. A proud smile danced in the corner of her lips and she covered it carefully. There was work to be done, still - people to embellish and friends to make sure had kept the changes she made earlier on them with new outfits and makeup. The courtyard was the perfect place to be at if only because Annie had told her of current whereabouts, and Cassia followed to the familiar space. It wasn’t as pretty as other parts of their surrounding, but she could find beauty in statues; the wish to paint those only suppressed by her focus. “Annie, you look wonderful.” Beaming then, not the product of imagination, watching her peer dressed to impress with a fantastic blue dress, made better with a golden belt. “How did it go with your club?” She asked right away, aware the answer would be: pure success. Of course her friend had gotten their attention, with an amazing outfit as the one she’d chosen, and Cassia couldn’t help but be proud Annie accepted her guidance;
If only there were a matching outfit for men. An idea snapping inside Cassiopeia’s mind the very same second Annie told her goodbye, and for once she was happy not to have to continue the talking; she loved her friends dearly and had always enjoyed spending time with them, but when an idea came into place… the ravenclaw needed time to sit down and consider it. Her eyes, however, searched for the many boys on her surrounding. Could it be that one might accept to lend her a hand? Most certainly. She couldn’t think of a good reason why anybody might say no, except if they were getting ready for a date with their love of their lives - and quidditch matches or training weren’t a great excuses as far as it went on her books. So she looked for somebody alone, who didn’t look nervous or in a hurry.
And there he was. “Hey, you!” Her approach far from subtle, though the smile playing on her lips was warm, like when you feel the heat of the sun on your skin after being cold for too long - that kind of warmth. Her mind wasn’t as turbulent as it’d been five minutes prior, and her hair barely misaligned; a single movement of her fingers on it were sufficient to have it fixed. “I need somebody to help me choose and wear an outfit! Will you be my model today? Say yes.” Taking a better look at him - he wasn’t too tall or too short, looked as young as she was, though she couldn’t remember seeing him before - might not have paid attention - and had an elegant enough stance. “Please, please, please, you need to help me.” That’s all it took- for her to join her fingers together and do her best lost puppy stare. It. always. worked. “Please?”
