The Entrance Hall was the focal point of all entertainment unless you counted the house-only productions put on in common rooms. Otherwise, many of the musical and performing acts hung out in the Entrance hall hoping to dazzle newcomers with their talents. Most wanted to be taken on as apprentices but no one particularly important graced the large archway of Hogwarts anymore. But this was where Elijah was, sitting on one of the steps near a statue in front of a canvas. A stool was sat next to the canvas and he’d assembled some paint, pencils, palettes and paintbrushes.
Eli had charmed a guitar to lightly play something in the background. He wasn’t sure what it was playing but he didn’t care. He was painting little first years that were eager to send mementoes home to their parents. He wasn’t charging them. They were personal pieces, unique to them which meant they weren’t worth anything to the French art dealers. Elijah didn’t care though, he was having fun. Most of the first years looked the same if you merely glanced at their small stature but there was so much more to them. The way their eyes were shaped, the crease of their lips or one ear bigger than the other. It was all different and not one was the same.
Elijah noticed someone come in through the doors and smirked to himself. He shook his head and put the finishing touches on the Ravenclaw appliqué on the robes in the painting. He dried the paint with a flick of his wand and he took the canvas off of the easel. He handed it to the first year that gasped and thanked him profusely. Eli ruffled the little girl’s hair and she ran off. The girl reminded him of Fauve a little bit but he had promised himself he wouldn’t paint her just yet. He’d wait. He had plenty of sketches to turn into paintings. His daughter wouldn’t be in Ravenclaw. She had the insight but she was much too crafty for the unsuspecting Ravenclaw’s. No, she would be a Slytherin. A Slytherin Princess.
by Guest Fri Apr 02, 2010 12:35 pm
