Elizabeth started to watch all the details in his room: the bed, the curtains, even the old chair. She was fascinated by all of it, the differences between his room and hers were really big. The room in her apartment was full of light colors, while her room in the leaky cauldron looked exactly like the first day, the only thing that would let you know it was her room was all the painting supplies she kept in there. Seeing a room with so much of personality was breathtaking.
"No it's not too dark, I love it" Elizabeth said, walking closer to his bed to touch his curtains, she couldn't stop herself.
"You have a great taste" Elizabeth told him finally taking her eyes and hands away from the curtains " My room is kind of ... simpler" she said with a smile.
As a painter she was always aware of every object surrounding her, so she noticed how the rocking chair didn't exactly matched with the theme of his room.
"Though I'm curious about this chair" She said getting closer to the chair " It's an old chair of your family?" Elizabeth looked at him waiting his answer.