Sketching and Sugar quills

Ah... what a beautiful day it was, it wasn't too hot and it wasn't too hot felt just right. A perfect day to paint the beauty of nature around him and enjoy the fresh air. With his art supplies close to his chest he looked around the village for some inspiration to draw or paint; smiling to himself he seen a bench across the shops and took a seat. Placing his art supplies that were in a little wodden like suitcase he got his sketching pad and pencil and started drawing the village around him.

He couldn't wait to show Patch and Penny to see it, he knew tjey loved his drawings and paintings. He knew if their mother was still around she'll love ever drawing and painting he had instead of them ending up in the garbage bin like his father did multiple times. A look of fury ran across his face just thinking about how his father treats them, it wasn't love it was how a Pureblood expects his kids to act even though they weren't. Looking down at his drawing he gasps seeing the aggressive lines and frowned; taking his eraser he erased them focusing on other happier things. He couldn't wait uhtil Patch was able to move out and get them so they could be happier and be a family just them.


Humming to himself he looked up once again seeing what's around him before looking back down drawing the people walking around the village. Smiling to himself he kept drawing happily his hair falling in his eyes. Presty took pride on his drawings and paintings and always made sure they were very well detailed. Taking a sugar quill out he kept drawing happily looking up every so often smiling and looking down.

Kole, lost in his own thoughts, roamed the streets of Hogsmeade with a silent air about him. His hands were tucked deep within the confines of his pockets, his eyes aimlessly surveying his surroundings. Amidst the solitude of his wanderings, a familiar figure caught his attention: Preston, perched upon a bench outside one of the charming shops. Curiosity ignited within him, urging him closer.

Approaching silently, Kole discreetly positioned himself behind Preston, his gaze irresistibly drawn to the paper upon which the boy's hands moved with artistic finesse. Intrigued by the unfolding creation, Kole found himself unable to withhold his admiration. After moments spent observing the masterpiece coming to life, he finally spoke, his voice gentle yet sincere.

"That is pretty good," Kole remarked, breaking the silence that enveloped them. His words carried a touch of genuine awe, a testament to the talent displayed before his eyes. As the recognition of Preston's artistic prowess hung in the air, a newfound connection began to blossom, an unspoken appreciation between kindred souls who understood the beauty and power of art.