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Week Name / Date / Time: 'Lost and Found'/Sunday November 13/ 4 in the afternoon
Location: Second Floor corridor
Open to: Jory
Currently Involving: Audrey
Audrey was in an uncharacteristically glum mood, nothing seemed to be able to console her at the moment. Currently she was alone in a small little alcove off of the main hall on the second floor, sitting on a wide rimmed windowsill as she looked down upon the court yard. It was a nice little spot she had found one day. It wasn't high up in the castle, so she didn't have to go far to reach it from her common room, and she didn't think a lot of people knew about the spot.
Which was one of the main reasons she visited it that afternoon. Unless this was a common place that Preston took one of his bimbos for a snog, she doubted that she would see him here. She was still very much avoiding him.
Holding her notebook, she brushed her quill lightly against the paper, her light strokes forming what appeared to be the start of the landscape she saw below. It was such a pretty setting at this time of year, she couldn't help but draw it. Although, in her state, the picture was turning out to be rather dark and somber... much more so than she intended. Oops. Guess she couldn't help but put her feelings onto the parchment.
Location: Second Floor corridor
Open to: Jory
Currently Involving: Audrey
Audrey was in an uncharacteristically glum mood, nothing seemed to be able to console her at the moment. Currently she was alone in a small little alcove off of the main hall on the second floor, sitting on a wide rimmed windowsill as she looked down upon the court yard. It was a nice little spot she had found one day. It wasn't high up in the castle, so she didn't have to go far to reach it from her common room, and she didn't think a lot of people knew about the spot.
Which was one of the main reasons she visited it that afternoon. Unless this was a common place that Preston took one of his bimbos for a snog, she doubted that she would see him here. She was still very much avoiding him.
Holding her notebook, she brushed her quill lightly against the paper, her light strokes forming what appeared to be the start of the landscape she saw below. It was such a pretty setting at this time of year, she couldn't help but draw it. Although, in her state, the picture was turning out to be rather dark and somber... much more so than she intended. Oops. Guess she couldn't help but put her feelings onto the parchment.