RP: Dawning of a New Day
Date: 3 March 1999
Characters: Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown
Location: Art Studio, St. Paul's Cathedral (London)
Status: Private
Summary: Dean finally gets to paint Lavender.
Completion: Complete
"Before dawn" was even earlier than he'd expected, or rather, it felt that way. After stretching for a good five minutes, Dean got ready, grabbed the small box of pastries he'd picked up the night before, then apparated to the studio.
"Oi there, Thomas," called Chance, popping his head into the interior portrait. "Look like somethin' the hippogriff dragged in."
"Sod off!" called Dean as he gathered the remainder of his paints and other supplies. He couldn't help a smile, though, because despite being tired, he felt a restless sort of energy at the prospect of starting a new painting. And not just any painting. He'd been wanting to do this one since the Autumn Ball, and that made the excitement that much more energising.
Lavender arrived just as he'd shrunk the last brush and put it in his bag. He greeted her with a hug. "Morning. You look perfect." He shook his head, grinning. "Dunno how you birds do it. Doesn't matter what time of the morning...you somehow always manage to pull yourselves together and look smashing."
Characters: Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown
Location: Art Studio, St. Paul's Cathedral (London)
Status: Private
Summary: Dean finally gets to paint Lavender.
Completion: Complete
"Before dawn" was even earlier than he'd expected, or rather, it felt that way. After stretching for a good five minutes, Dean got ready, grabbed the small box of pastries he'd picked up the night before, then apparated to the studio.
"Oi there, Thomas," called Chance, popping his head into the interior portrait. "Look like somethin' the hippogriff dragged in."
"Sod off!" called Dean as he gathered the remainder of his paints and other supplies. He couldn't help a smile, though, because despite being tired, he felt a restless sort of energy at the prospect of starting a new painting. And not just any painting. He'd been wanting to do this one since the Autumn Ball, and that made the excitement that much more energising.
Lavender arrived just as he'd shrunk the last brush and put it in his bag. He greeted her with a hug. "Morning. You look perfect." He shook his head, grinning. "Dunno how you birds do it. Doesn't matter what time of the morning...you somehow always manage to pull yourselves together and look smashing."