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Post by gabby on Apr 21, 2008 17:44:02 GMT
Gabby had heard that there was an art room in the castle, and as soon as she had unpacked, she set off to find it. Slung over her shoulder was a big bag full of all her artist's materials. She wandered the castle, following her nose, until she found the room.
She stepped inside and looked around, impressed by the equipment there. Gabby grabbed an easel and hauled it over to the window. She set it up and grabbed her sketch book and pencils out of her bag, dumping it on the floor by her feet. Gabby set to work and got lost in her art as she started to draw a fiery dragon.
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Post by mental on Apr 26, 2008 17:39:20 GMT
The tall and slender being that belonged to James Euringer skipped into the art room, a room which he'd never entered before. Suprisingly, another person was here too.
As tempting as it was to just greet them with something weird like 'I'm gothalicious with cheese' or 'Wow, you're a Ravenclaw. Whats it like to be able to fly?', he resisted it and just greeted with a simple, "Wazzup dawg?"
James, or Jimmy, wasn't the most 'normal' of third years, in fact, he was forever being classed as mental. Therapists had looked into his earlier childhood, but unfortunatly, couldn't find anything out of the ordinary.
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Post by gabby on Apr 27, 2008 21:39:00 GMT
Gabby was shocked out of her reverie by a loud person. She turned round curious to see who it was. "Hi, I guess I'm Gabrielle" she couldn't be bothered to say anything else so she returned to her art and focused on making the dragon's hide look tougher and his breath more fiery.
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