October 29, 1975
Who: Marie LaRoche & Amycus Carrows Where: Near the Forest When: Just before sunset Why: Painting is fun Thread; In Progress // TBA
The wind was brisk creating a soft rustle amongst the leaves that already littered the ground. Marie's hair blew back behind her in a picture perfect sort of way. The young French witch sat near the edge of the Forbidden Forest on a white wooden chair, perched in a rather cat like position. In front of her was a large blank canvas and her bright blue eyes searched it, as if she were already analysing a picture that was yet to be painted.
In her manicured hands was a small palate with a variety of paints mixed creating various shades and colours and she held the brush only centimetres away from the colours. She tilted her head softly to the right as the cascade of black hair fell down her shoulder. The Slytherin narrowed her eyes starring past the canvas and into the forest. Marie was completely lost in her own mind and did not hear the footsteps of some one not far behind her.