Who: Paul Muller and Theo Chastain. What: Paulie and Theo being adorable, while he works on his latest painting. Where: A small field of honeysuckles near the Quidditch pitch. When: BACKDATED TO Monday afternoon, before Jack Clarke's birthday party. Rating: PG-13, at least? If only because Theo has a filthy mouth. Status: Incomplete.
Though Paul was giddy with the prospect of spending time with Theo, he tried to play it cool. After all, bouncing around the Ravenclaw dorm was hardly appropriate at the moment. Freya's death had settled a sad, dark cloud over all the bronze-and-blue students at Hogwarts, as well as others, including Paul. He hadn't known Freya exactly - they had spoken on plenty of times and shared some classes, but he wasn't close with the girl. Many weren't. Still, her death had hit close to home, and put him in a strange funk. Now, however, with the prospect of spending time with Theo, it's almost as if the fog his brain had been in had lifted and floated away. He snapped his journal shut, grabbed his canvas, a few pencils, a sketchbook and the tin of biscuits he had made the night before, and headed out of the Ravenclaw Tower to the kitchens in the basement.
He was a frequent flyer in the kitchens, constantly there to make bread when he was feeling homesick or stressed or just longing for the comforting smell of warm bread baking. So, when he walked in and told the elves what his plan was, they eagerly helped gave him a tray of sandwiches, which he cut into dinosaur shapes with a wave of his wand. He borrowed a basket and a blanket from the kitchen and after high-fiving one of the elves, he made his way to the field.
It was a bit of a trek, but Paul was grateful to see that Theo had not arrived yet. He laid out the blanket, placed the basket with the biscuits and sandwiches in the center and proceeded to open his sketchbook, attempting to look nonchalant. Despite his levelheaded demeanor, on the inside he was ecstatic. He loved this place, a small field of his favorite flowers tucked away behind the Quidditch pitch; it was his safe place, somewhere he could go when he wasn't feeling himself. He shared it with no one, but he wanted to share it with her.