Post by cruzdevera on Dec 22, 2007 19:51:07 GMT -5
It was in the middle of the night that Cruz awoke, unable to sleep and unable to lay still. Knowing of nothing better to do, Cruz ventured downstairs where a roaring fire was still awake to greet him. Parchment and quill in hand he sat on the floor by a miniature coffee table and began to draw. Immediately as pen hit parchment big graffiti like letters appeared to spell out his name. And beneath that a golden dragon began to spew out silver flames as if the picture was alive.
The quill was just a quill, however, the changing ink had cost him over 30 galleons. It lasted a while every time he bought a new pot of it, but he always found himself lacking in the currency category for a while. But every time he began to draw the regret of buying the ink disappeared as art began to appear before him.
He remembered his steady job in Ireland, the one his father had made him get to fill the void from getting kicked out of Durmstrang. It felt as if they were out to get him from the beginning, but then again if they were, why had they sent the owl accepting him in the first place. Anyway, the job he had gotten was that of a local pub, just bussing the tables and cleaning up in the night. It didn’t get him that much, but it got him enough to stay content and be dependent on himself.
The thoughts running through his mind made him feel quite drowsy. Quite comfortable in his current position his eyelids began to grow heavy. The warmth of the room and the thick carpeting beneath him was more comfortable than his dorm upstairs.
The quill was just a quill, however, the changing ink had cost him over 30 galleons. It lasted a while every time he bought a new pot of it, but he always found himself lacking in the currency category for a while. But every time he began to draw the regret of buying the ink disappeared as art began to appear before him.
He remembered his steady job in Ireland, the one his father had made him get to fill the void from getting kicked out of Durmstrang. It felt as if they were out to get him from the beginning, but then again if they were, why had they sent the owl accepting him in the first place. Anyway, the job he had gotten was that of a local pub, just bussing the tables and cleaning up in the night. It didn’t get him that much, but it got him enough to stay content and be dependent on himself.
The thoughts running through his mind made him feel quite drowsy. Quite comfortable in his current position his eyelids began to grow heavy. The warmth of the room and the thick carpeting beneath him was more comfortable than his dorm upstairs.