Post by Bryan Kelley on Jul 3, 2008 13:59:11 GMT -5
There was better things Bryan could have been doing. He could have been doing homework or seeking out D'rorah and finding and learning more about his powers as an Elemental Master. However, the Gryffindor had instead meandered out into the cold weather and had seated himself out in the stands of the Quidditch field. There was much that Bryan didn't know, but he had, for the moment, decided not to dwell over it. He would probably find out in time.
He was not going to live his life completely by his ignorance or worrying over it. Instead, he tried to continue on with a normal existence, whatever normal truly was. Normal was, for Bryan, avoiding homework and hiding himself away somewhere to do some sketching. Today, his hide-away was the Quidditch field. When Bryan had arrived there was an impromptu Quidditch game being played by some students. They were too high up for Bryan to distinguish exactly which house the players belong to.
Bryan was not a die-hard quidditch fan. He only played when asked and that was rarely now a days. So the Gryffindor did not seek to go and join the team but rather made his way into the stands. Seating himself down next to wall, Bryan pulled out his sketchbook. The book was still rather new as it showed a crisp, clean cover --- which was already starting to show some wear and tear on it --- and only about ten pages of the book was filled with sketches so far. Bryan opened the tome to a fresh page.
He propped his foot up on the bench in front of him and rested the sketchbook on the top of his knee which was now serving as a sort of table. He closed up his bag and stored it against the wall before he grabbed his sketchbook and slid down into the feet area of the bench behind him. Bryan's legs were now at an angle, allowing him to have his sketchbook on a closer to vertical surface than when he was sitting proper on the bench. The Gryffindor pulled his pencil from behind his ear and started to sketch as the figures that flew in the air. It was more of a task, since they were moving targets but Bryan did not complain, but just worked diligently on capturing the quick moving fliers.
His sketches were quick and showing more of a interest towards the different positions the fliers went into rather than complete detail. Bryan worked on these sketches until the quidditch players stopped playing and returned to the castle. However, Bryan turned his attention then to fine tuning the quick sketches into more detailed drawings, using his memory for references now since the real life figures were gone now.