Stephanie Mariana Clarity Fawcett is quirky. (impermanence) wrote in wished,
One thing was certain about art, as far as Stephanie was concerned, and that was that people would always be fascinated by it. It would always be created, always be bought and admired and loved because of the way it expressed so many things in different ways. There were many forms of art, and what she did was just one of them. She was pleased to see that people loved what she did as much as she did. It certainly was enough to put a smile on her face.
When the other girl said her name, something clicked in Stephanie’s mind. Cattermole. Ellie Cattermole. Hadn’t they been the same year? She was a twin or something like that. Stephanie thought they might have had a few classes together, but not quite so many. At any rate, Stephanie had always been in her own little world or attached to Stephen’s side despite the fact that he was a year older, “I think you’re right, but we had a few classes together. I was always a bit quiet,” she said almost as meekly as she had been back at Hogwarts when she was the Ravenclaw with her head in the clouds, “It’s Stephanie. Great to re-meet you. I’d shake hands, but then you’d turn blue,” she excused, holding up her hands to show off her blue palms from the chalk.
When Ellie glanced back, Stephanie did too. She wondered how Ellie saw it...whether she took it as being a message or if it was just a picture. Either was fine, as long as she appreciated it equally, “Thanks. Its always been what I’m best at, I guess. All those tests and essays at school look kind of pointless in hindsight when what I had already fallen in love with was my path all along...” she could easily converse about her artwork while she had to feel her way out around other things, “So what did you go on to do?”