Rabastan Lestrange (_alwaid) wrote in the_recruitment, @ 2012-03-05 17:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 03/1977, ! thread, char: rabastan lestrange, char: riona wilkes |
Who: Rabastan and Riona
What: Painting, exploring, talking
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: The roof
Rating: PG
Status: incomplete
Rabastan loved Sundays. They were the one day of the week where he wasn't required to actually see another human being if he didn't want too. On Sundays he could take his paints and canvas and escape to the secluded bit of roof that he had claimed as his own. He had long ago painted all the shingels and crenelations, turning the drab stone into a fantastical landscape. He was at home here, as he was no where else, and few carefully placed heating charms meant that even in March he could spend the entire day out here with no intteruptions.
Today he was working on a landscape, the view from his perch had been too melancholy not to paint. It matched his mood well, and the brush moved almost on it's own. A few more touches and it would be done, and ready to be shrunk and hidden in the secret compartment in his trunk with all the others.