Martyrdom Before Exile (Bryan)

[tweetsie]

Audrey Leda Marlowe meandered into the library with no specific intent in mind. She scanned the shelves and found a book called "Great Muggle Duels." This book was not about muggles being murdered by wizards. On the contrary it was about muggles killing other muggles. Or at least, duelling them in their own way. Intrigued, she stood on her tiptoes and pulled it off the bookcase. The unexpected weight of it almost threw her off her feet, but she caught her balance after staggering. Finding a couch near a window she settled down to read a chapter, just for browsing.

A name caught her eye just as she was about to go to the first chapter- "Alexander Hamilton" Well, to say the least, he was a famous politician. She flipped to the page to find the chapter called "Alexander Hamilton vs. Aaron Burr." Apparently, nobody knew exactly by what intent Hamilton had died, but he became a symbol of martyrdom while Burr was charged and fleed the state. She became so drawn into the story that when it ended she regretted it, and frowned.

The story had been good enough to distract her from something which had been irking her. Firstly, her atrocious cousin was moving in with her family to live in her brother's room. He thought he knew everything and it drove Audrey insane. Secondly, he was staying in her brother's room. Audrey's brother Matt had been practically sacred to her. He had done everything with her when she was a child and he was her favourite (and eldest) brother, that is before he got shot and died. Even wizards couldn't save themselves from a bullet to the head, she thought dryly. There was no humor in this situation to her.

Pulling out her notebook, she decided to recount the story she had just read in her own form, so that she could feel better about the end of it. As she leaned over her red journal, a curtain of wavy reddish brown hair fell to her lightly freckled face. She had finally gotten warm after a cold day and curled her striped socked feet up on the couch. To say the least she was comfortable in a jade green zip up hoodie and the setting sun behind her in late afternoon. Even without her brilliant green eyes showing, she created a pretty picture, the sun creating a halo around her hair as she scribbled madly in an inspired manner, filling her journal.

[Bryan Kelley]

It was somewhat strange the amount of time he was spending in the Library of late. Bryan wasn't one to put his homework off for in inordinate amount of time, but the Library was usually a place he frequented for looking stuff up, yet it felt more and more he was coming into the Library for a quiet spot to draw. However, Bryan pushed the thought aside as he entered the Library. His shoulder bag was slung casually over his shoulder, his uniform consisting of the slacks and the button up shirt, Bryan deciding to disregard the tie and vest for the rest of the day. His hair was brushed straight, with the bangs brushed down towards the right.

He glanced briefly around the Library before he seated himself at a table in the back. Once seated, he pulled out his sketch book, opening it to a free page. He pulled the pencil from behind his left ear and put the tip to the blank page, moving it across the why abyss as a dark graphite line came out from under the point. For the time being, the boy was working mostly on designs, looking at the library occupants and items for ideas to add to the designs to make them somewhat unique. The sketch book he drew in was still somewhat knew, but it was already showing signs of wear as the stiff cover was already bent at the corners and showing signs of dirt to it. The the corner of the pages were likewise showing a bit of wear as they were starting to round out instead of having their normal point.

The Gryffindor was unaware of how much time went by before he set his pencil down and sat back in his seat. He had grown tired of designs and as he leaned back his blue eyes were looking around the Library. He didn't know what to draw next, but he was not worried about that. He was not without inspiration for long. Turning the page to a fresh one, his left hand picked up the pencil again before he started to doodle the position a few people in the library sat or stood in. The figures were not details but rather focusing on the mechanics rather than likeness. Bryan was not normally one to draw a person's likeness unless he had the person's express permission to do so. Even if it was unlikely the person would see the drawing, Bryan still felt better for having the person's permission. But then there was the small problem when people told him no, but Bryan was not normally one to hold onto such things but shrug them off.

He finished sketching a pair of people who were quietly conversing over an open book before he sat up and glanced around the Library before his gaze fell on a girl curled up in the chair with the light falling on her in a light glow. It would not be difficult to stick with the mechanics of drawing her but the way the light fell on her it would be difficult to draw it so it did not resemble her a little bit. Bryan bit on his lower lip, drawing the two snake bite studs into his mouth as he tapped the eraser end of the pencil against the spiral of the sketch book as he debated within his mind. He was not shy and he little trouble asking people if he could sketch them, but he did not like interrupting people. The girl looked deep in thought as she wrote.

Spying a moment when she appeared to pause and think, Bryan decided and stood up approaching her with his sketchbook under his arm. He was aware that this was mirroring a similar situation, but he hoped it would not have a similar outcome. Bryan didn't need to be drawn into another war.

"Excuse me," he stated as he came upon her. "But I was wondering if it would be alright if I sketched you likeness. The light is hitting you in a unique fashion that I would like to try and capture..." he stated, trailing off after giving her a reason. He waited in silence for her answer. He did not appear nervous to be asking her this but he did not seem to be expecting a certain answer.

[tweetsie]

Audrey looked up and shook her wavy hair out of her face, setting aside the book. It felt haphazard after she had disregarded patting it into place behind her ear and she brushed a hand through it. Her bright green eyes caught the figure of somebody she knew to be a sixth year in Gryffndor. She blinked, startled for a moment and took a second to make eye contact, finding his eyes almost as blue as hers were green. But what he asked next was really an interesting request, and the way he phrased it was a bit awkward. As he trailed off, she couldn't help but feel a small barely noticeable smile creep up her face. It was so the opposite of how Audrey did things.


Audrey was a calculating person. She sometimes made rash decisions, but no rash statements. Before she said anything, she would take the sentence and tear it up figuratively in her head, putting it in as many different orders as it would go, with as many different words as she could do at once. All of this she managed at an unnoticeable speed, mostly because she had been doing this since she was very young... and now she could automatically see the best way to say things. But since this question was really out of the blue, she didn't exactly know how to reply, and completely got stuck about coming up with the right phrase.


"Erm..." Audrey began, "Well, I don't know what that would entail... exactly." she blinked again as she thought, and looked away at her journal, which was lying open for this stranger (other than a couple waves in the hallway) to read on the table next to her. Her messy frantic handwriting digressed on the page and as it moved forward went from straight and square print to a rushed slanted half print, half cursive. Her one private thing was really her journal, because she didn't share her private thoughts with many people..Well, she used to, but she hadn't in a couple years, and now that her wretched cousin was moving in, she doubted she would share her thoughts with anyone anymore.

So, her eyes froze on her journal and she reached over and shut it with a bit of a snap. She really hoped it didn't come off as jerkish because then she was completely messing up. Audrey was generally the most charismatic and articulate individual people knew, and if she kept getting distracted by cousins and strange questions, she would soon be the least... After closing her journal, she looked back up, hoping he wasn't going to end up someone who would remember this moment in years to come and not vote for her to run some country or office. But really, this was the least of her problems right now...

[Bryan Kelley]

Bryan waited patiently for the girl to respond. He knew it was an odd question at times. More than once he had received strange looks and responses in regard to his request. Sometimes it made Bryan stray away from drawing people. However, he usually braved the strange remarks and looks with ease. If he wasn't prepared for them, he would not put himself out there, asking to receive them, by asking a person if he could draw them. However, his conscious just tugged at him if he didn't, thus there he was now asking another person if he could draw them. Bryan noted the confuse look that appeared to cross over her features at the unexpected question. It reminded him of the time he had asked D'rorah if he could sketch her. She had likewise not understood why anyone would want to draw her.

He drew his mind away from his thoughts when the girl had started to speak. "Oh, you don't have to do anything, just keep doing what you were doing," he stated. "I just prefer to have the person's permission before I draw them for whatever reason." He noted absently that she had closed the book she had been writing in but Bryan did not think overly about it. Some people were private about certain things. There were some people who disliked people looking at anything they did, whether a writer or artist. At times Bryan disliked people looking through his sketch book. He felt he wasn't that good at times, despite the fact that he was actually a rather good artist. He had been drawing since he was very young that the skill had just continued to develop over time. He had taken a few muggle art classes but he had never really gone out of his way to seek classes to improve his skill, preferring to discover some things on his own rather than be forced to draw a certain thing or have certain things pointed out to him. But he wasn't stubborn enough to think he couldn't benefit from classes, hence why he had, in fact, taken some.

Before she could say anything in response, Bryan spoke again. "I'm Bryan Kelley, by the way," he stated, introducing himself. He figured it was a smart thing to do, given he had just asked if he could put her likeness down on paper. She at least deserved to know who the hell this strange person was who wanted to draw her. Bryan didn't really know why she would want to know. He did not think it very likely they would converse again, but some people just liked to know these things. Plus, Bryan figured it was the polite thing to do.

As he observed her while waiting for her to speak, Bryan judged her to be younger than him by maybe a year or two. He could not quite be certain. They were close in age, that was the most he could decide on. But he did not dwell on her age long, his eye already taking in her features and how the shadows played over her skin. He wasn't looking at her like a boy but rather as an artist, looking at the little things that caused her to look the way she did just then. His attention strayed from this when she was starting to speak again, and he felt a smidgen uncomfortable when he realized he had appeared to had been staring at her.

[tweetsie]

Audrey attempted to pull her hoodie over her suddenly freezing hands and brushed her hair behind her ears. She momentarily realized that she might ruin the picture and absently brushed it back to where it was. "Um, I guess you can have my permission. I'm Audrey Leda Marlowe." she gave her full name and tried for a smile and completely failed. There was too much zooming around in her head sudddenly. Mostly her absurd cousin and her brother. She sighed quietly, hopefully barely audibly. That was what she wanted to write about now, it was so distracting to her... her brother was something she even avoided writing about lately because it was getting touchy again for some reason.

She still felt like she could've done something, if only she hadn't been lazy and stayed home. But she was lazy and she had stayed home and now he was gone. The shrinks really hadn't helped, she was just pretending anyway. Generally, Audrey didn't feel nervous writing in front of people, as long as they weren't reading. But this was different... he was going to be observing her, right? "Or wait. Does it matter if I'm writing or not?" she asked, a bit unsettled. She looked startled that she had blurted that out. She had meant to write anyway, even though it was private. She could endure that in order to make someone happy, right?

That was the other problem with Audrey- well, one of many. She was a people pleaser. She had her own will and her own way, but she would put herself under discomfort to make people happy. It was useful in making friends and being diplomatic, but she didn't always enjoy it. As her thoughts ran circles in her head, she felt him staring at her. Of course guys saw Audrey, they saw her hair and her eyes and how she dressed and looked... but this was a bit different.

It was like he was scouring her for information and he could just see everything through her usually deceptive green eyes that were now completely caught of guard and startled. He seemed to be taking in every feature, every nervous tick that Audrey was currently demonstrating. Audrey was pretty sure that you could probably get more information out of her now than ever, and she attempted desperately to cover all of this up.

Audrey did this too, she wasn't going to lie. As a future politician, or so she hoped, she read people all the time, but she grabbed for the main things. As in, mostly just their energy and how they felt about what she said. He seemed to be looking like an artist. As in, deeper and more closely. She had a lot of nervous energy at the moment, as well as a bit of a thrill from her writing, and the mix was leaving an empty taste in her mouth. The problem for Audrey here was he did seem to see everything, which scared her a little bit, or at least enough so that she couldn't gather her scattered thoughts.

[Bryan Kelley]

"Nice to meet you, Audrey," Bryan replied with a smile after she had introduced herself. He was ready to move away when she had spoken again. Bryan stepped back to look at her again as he replied to her. It was true that he had been looking at her with an artistic eye but he had not truly been going in depth and reading her emotions. Bryan was good at reading people due to his art but most times he didn't know what to do with the information he gathered from observing them. It was a weak point with him. He could tell she was nervous but that was really all he gave thought to. He did not seek to unravel the girl and found out what was ticking in her head. No. He was merely interested in what made her up physically, which dwelt with how the light hit her, how the shadows fell, and the curves of her physical form.

"No, it doesn't matter," he answered her. "As I said, just do whatever you want to do. I'm just going to be sketching you from at my table over there," he motioned the table. "But if you're uncomfortable by the idea, I won't do it," he then stated, taking in her nervousness enough to inform her that she did not have to allow him to sketch her. It really was no hardship to Bryan. Sometimes, he really had to think before he acted more. He asking her had been an act of spontaneity when he saw her take a pause from her writing. But he had just liked the way the light had fallen on her that he had wanted to attempt to capture it.

Bryan fingered the spirals of the sketchbook under his arm. He wasn't quite sure why he had brought it with him. He did not really need to bring it with him to ask her a simple question. Perhaps if the sketch book was in view then the question would not have seemed so strange? Bryan didn't know what he was thinking, granted he probably hadn't been thinking much in the moments before deciding and acting that he had not noticed the habitual action of picking up the sketchbook and carrying it around. The pencil he still held plainly in his left hand.

Becoming aware of the pencil, Bryan shifted the sketchbook to his right hand before he shoved the pencil behind his left ear. As he waited for her to say something, Bryan tried to avoid observing her like he had done earlier. He could only guess that it had unnerved her, but it had also annoyed himself that he had stared so openly, letting his mind wander a little bit. This time, he kept his attention on her, in waiting for her reply.

[tweetsie]

Audrey gave herself a second to gather herself before answering. Now that he wasn't, well, artistically observing her, it gave her a chance to collect her thoughts. She felt herself relaxing and becoming a bit less on edge and sighed quietly. "I'm sorry about that I was just thinking about something and kind of got lost in it and.... It's nice to meet you too." she said, flashing him a quick smile that had nearly lost all her sense of uneasiness. She considered banning herself from writing in her journal anywhere other than the dorms or the common room.

That would probably make it a lot easier to keep from having to put herself on guard like this... but the library was one of her favourite places to write. It smelled like books and knowledge. She knew that sounded stupid in her mind, but luckily it wouldn't escape, as it would have about a minute ago. "It's all right. I'll write or doodle or something, I don't mind." she said. She pulled out her red notebook and her black ink pen, uncapping it with her free hand. This gave her a chance to realize her fingers had become inkstained from her writing and she tried to smudge it off on her clothes, but it wouldn't come off. This was a bad habit of hers, putting her left hand above her right as she wrote, so that her left hand fingers and palm always came off inkstained and if she moved her hand then the page became smudged too.

She opened her notebook to an empty page, and before writing something suddenly remembered something. "Is it okay if I ask to see it when you finish?" she asked, curiously. Audrey wasn't an artist, at least not visually. All she had gotten to was doodles so far and she never felt any calling to it. The pencil never went the way she wanted it to when she drew, and that was her biggest issue with drawing. Maybe she was so used to manipulating people that her lack of being able to manipulate a pencil on paper drove her insane. The thought drew a small reflective smile out of her. She really was curious as to how the drawing would look, because it sounded stupid to judge a book by its cover, or a person by their first impressions, but he seemed like he couldn't be a horrible artist. Plus, the notebook in his hands looked worn at the corners, which Audrey knew all too well to mean he used it often.

[Bryan Kelley]

Bryan inclined his head when she had once more given her permission. He noted that since he was no longer looking at her with an artistic eye she had seemed to have calmed down. Bryan couldn't be sure why she had felt so unnerved before when he had been observing her. He did not think she would be the type to be unnerved by someone staring at her, but then he did not even know the Ravenclaw. He knew that each person was different and as he stood there it did not pay for him to try and figure it out. He did not know her, so it was probably impossible to accurately guess what had unnerved her. He could not see into her head, so he just shrugged the occurrence off.

He started to move back to his table when she spoke again. He turned and looked at her. "Of course,"

[/color] he stated with a smile. "It's only fair since you're allowing me to sketch you that you see the outcome, for better or for worse."[/color] A smirk touched his lips slightly. He statement had almost all but stated that the Gryffindor had intended to show her the final outcome of the drawing when things were done and finish. He may have not always liked putting his drawings and sketches on display but in certain situations he did make an exception. This was one of those times.

"Thanks,"[/color] he then stated with another smile before he turned back and headed back to his table, where he had left his shoulder bag. Bryan settled himself down on the chair he had previously vacated before he opened the sketchbook to a clean page and pulled a sharper from his bag. After sharpening the pencil, he returned the sharpener to his bag before leaning forward and putting the pencil to the tip of the paper. Bryan rarely had trouble bending an image to his will. His enjoyment of the activity probably had something to do with this. Even if he did experience trouble, he wasn't about to get frustrated over it but stand back and evaluate the situation before he put the pencil to the paper for another try.

As Bryan drew, he worked in a full length picture. Usually when he drew a person, he worked on capturing individual aspects of the person before attempting a whole image of the person. However, the Gryffindor worked lightly over the page as he drew a skeleton structure before drawing in the features and details. The lines were light as they were only supplying him an outline for where certain areas of shading and lighting would go. The point of this sketch was to study the light that fell on the Ravenclaw. Once he had given himself a light outline did Bryan change to work on the shadows and light source over Audrey. He switch between using the tip of his pencil and an eraser as he drew and erased.

As he sketched, he did not really pay close attention to the outside world, his attention focused more on the sketchbook and pencil in front of him and the subject across the room. He could easily forget himself as he fell into a project.[/size][/blockquote]

[tweetsie]

When he agreed to let her see the picture, she felt a bit of a thrill run through her. It would be almost... cool to see yourself drawn. "Thanks." she answered quietly, still feeling like she'd love to start the conversation over. But still, she felt grateful because she had been unsure how he would feel about showing her- who knew? Maybe he was very personal about it, like she was with her journal.

Audrey blocked the image of Bryan and felt more relaxed. She was okay with people watching her, she just needed to be in her element. That is, her cover and wall up, and her charismatic usual self. If she was currently thinking about one of the rare things that she didn't want to share with many people, then anyone watching her tended to throw her off balance. Of course, she didn't think about those things often- public image and all. Okay, outside Audrey, someone who knew her well would deem her insecure to the utmost extent, not about appearances, but about feelings. She couldn't exactly always define how she felt about things and what she constituted as a weakness or a strength.

So now, as she sat there doodling unicorns (of all things) in her notebook, she felt better about herself. With her defenses up, a friend or a perceptive person could get frustrated with her, but anyone of less knowledge would think she was fine. She was slightly aware of the drawing boy a few yards away from her, but she couldn't bring herself to mind. She wouldn't want to make him feel bad by not letting him draw her, and it was a form of flattery. Audrey smiled to herself as she realized that she'd never really been drawn before, so this was a new experience. Her mind wandered and she started writing again. This was Audrey's form of self expression. She didn't always journal- she wrote poetry, songs, short stories, long stories, epic stories... all kinds of things, all the while, letting her imagination loose from the constraints of school for a short while.

She hummed a tune to herself and wrote in rhythym to the song in her head. Scratching her head she smiled when a particularly quirky lyric ran into her mind and closed her eyes, feeling a wave of relief sweep over her. Despite the ordeal of the past few minutes, she was glad she had gotten a chance to consider her brother again. Thinking of him once a day drove some of the guilt away and she felt better about herself, if only for the moment. She thought about the opportunity of getting a cat (finally) and her mind wandered again, allowing herself to draw a rather cartoon-y looking cat.

When she finally realized how horrible her doodle was she wiped her hands on her pants again and took a look at Bryan, drawing at a table near her. He seemed to really enjoy it, which was nice for a change. All her friends she had met lately seemed so down- it was nice to see someone enjoy something for a change. She wondered if she ever truly enjoyed anything as much as other people- whether she over analyzed things all the time, or if she could ever truly do things thoughtlessly, as herself, not as the Audrey she showed to other people. This recent "being caught of guard" thing had thrown those questions into the flurry of her mind, somehow.

[Bryan Kelley]

Bryan could not say how much time had passed while he worked on the sketch. For him it did not feel as if any time had gone by even though he rationally knew it must have. But however much time passed, Bryan leaned back in his chair and tapped the end of his pencil against the table as he looked over his work. As his eye took in the pencil strokes, comparing them to the real life subject, he could already see areas for improvement. However, that would probably require starting a new sketch, and he did not think his subject would probably want to remain seated in the Library was an absurd amount of time, so he let the idea pass. He had accomplished what he wanted to do anyway. He had managed to capture the lighting, which had been the goal of the sketch. He had wanted to work with lighting. This piece had thus given him adequate practice for him to try it without a model later.

He placed the tip of the pencil to the paper to darken a few areas as he made some final adjustments to the page. He had to smooth away some of the faults he saw. He knew many people would look at the picture at not see anything wrong with it. However, Bryan was the artist and it was easy to critique it, usually towards the bad side of the spectrum. After all, oneself was always one's worst critic.

Deciding there was nothing more he could do to the sketch, he placed his pencil behind his ear and cleaned up the table, shoving miscellaneous items he had grabbed from his bag while drawing back into it. This accomplished, Bryan stood up and pushed his chair in, sliding the shoulders strap of his bag over his head to rest on his opposite shoulder. He then picked up the sketchbook, it still opened to the sketch he had been working on before he approached Audrey. As he approached it seemed she was writing in her journal. Noting this, the Gryffindor stood in a spot that he could not see what she was writing, allowing her her privacy.

"I've finished the sketch,"

[/color] he stated when it appeared his presence had garnered her attention. "Not quite that good but yeah..."[/color] he continued as he held the sketchbook out to her so she could look at the finished product, per her request earlier. What Bryan labeled not that good other people would consider perfect. He truly was talented in this area but he was modest in his work. He did not think himself an overly talented artist though so many people usually begged to differ. It was just that Bryan could always see parts in his work that needed improvement.[/size][/blockquote]

[tweetsie]

OOC: You've indirectly convinced me to bold my text, btw.




Audrey had finished writing and looked up when Bryan walked over and announced the completion of his sketch. She looked at the sketch and automatically knew it was good. Very good. Not that Audrey knew anything about art, really, but she knew enough to know that this was someone talented. "Wow." she finally said, after a minute or two, or so it seemed. "That's really good." she said, looking up at him with a genuine smile. "Did I really look like that?" she asked, stiffling a small laugh of surprise. It was true, the light behind her was interesting. The picture looked perfectly drawn in her eyes, but then again, she knew how art was. Her own writing was a result of that. She was almost never satisfied until she could pick everything apart completely... and even then, another edit couldn't hurt her work.

"I wish I could draw like that. Did I already tell you my name?" she asked, scratching her head, trying to remember. Her artistic frenzy had made the previous events hazy. Noticing she was still standing, she asked,"Do you want to sit?" and gestured to the couch in front of her.

Audrey herself felt a small edge of jealousy for his talent, but it faded almost as soon as she felt it. She couldn't let herself feel like that when she knew people felt the same way about her writing sometimes. That was her other talent, other than being manipulative, smart, and likeable... Audrey herself didn't feel like she was good at much. She felt like she could acheive a lot if she worked at it- but having a God-given talent? That was an impossible prospect. Everything she had she or someone else had worked for, or at least, that was the way she saw the world. Other people had God-given talents... Audrey had a God-given work ethic. That was what her parents always said, anyway.

She uncurled her legs from underneath her, as she felt the familiar tingling sensation of them having fallen asleep. She brushed her hair behind her ears and looked down at her striped socks, before looking back up. The sun by now was fully setting and it was probably getting late, but she was too comfortable to stand up. And also, she really hated the common room. Audrey didn't know what had hit her when she considered writing there, because the common room always had an air of either studying or not studying... and she liked airs that she could create, not ones that were created for her.

In the lonely library, she could do whatever she wanted as long as she wasn't too loud or she didn't abuse the books. Absentmindedly, she picked at her nail polish as she pictured the sketch in her head. She wished she had something that could equal a work of art like that. Her writing- scribbling more like it, seemed almost feeble in comparison. "I can't even write like you draw..." she joked, looking back towards his notebook in admiration, despite the humor in her tone.

[Bryan Kelley]

Bryan inclined his head at her first question. As far as he could judge the image reflected what she had looked like when he had been drawing it. However, his eye was able to catch minor differences, areas he had to guess on because she had shifted positions. Bryan acknowledged that it was difficult to draw a moving subject but he wasn't about to tell the girl to sit absolutely still so he could sketch her. No, it was his own little project and he had wanted to inconvenience her as little as possible. Besides, one received more practice when the subject wasn't stationary. It caused a person to draw quicker, or to use their minds eye to recall how a certain line fell.

A grin poked out when she asked if she had already give him her name. Apparently she was a little fuddled by the whole thing. He shook his head when she asked if he wanted to sit down. "Nah, thanks anyway. I should get going,"

[/color] he stated with a smile. He didn't want to stay in the library all day nor did he want to disrupt Audrey anymore than he had done. The best thing in his mind was to forge a steady retreat for the time being.

"Takes practice and years of doing it..."[/color] he stated to her last comment with a small shrug of his shoulders. He couldn't really say anything else on it. Bryan didn't have a big head over his drawing ability so he was not about to go spouting off suggestions of how she could improve. No. That just wasn't his style. "Before I go, I wanted to ask you if you'd want a copy of this?"[/color] he asked her, motioning the drawing one the page of his sketch book vaguely. It would not be difficult to make a copy, magic being very handy that way. He didn't want to give up the sketch entirely, but rather have it to refer back to if he wanted to draw something similar at a later date.[/size][/blockquote]

[tweetsie]

Audrey sighed a bit when he refused the seat. It was just another addition on her list of reasons to go back to the common room. She was not keen on returning, but it really was getting late and the steadily darkening sky promised that getting in trouble was not far off at all if she hung around for long. Now that she had finished writing and her so called leisurely reading for the day, she had no REAL reason to hang around in the library. If Bryan would have stuck around, she could have given herself an excuse to stay, instead of returning to the common room where she'd probably have to... do homework or something. Ew.

"Well, alright..." she said, pulling her hair back and putting it up with a clip. A couple strands of the uneven cut fell in her eyes, and she gathered one of the various items lying around, pulling her notes out and marking the book and page. "Ha... yeah, I bet it takes practice." She agreed with him. Everything took practice, in the end. That was just the way it was. People would call her a bit faithless, but nothing had to do with luck or belief for her. Maybe your mental state helped your work improve, but other than that...

She set her the notes and book in her relatively disorganized bag, sitting next to her chair, as she tried to decide whether she did want a copy of the picture or not. It would be nice to have a copy, only because you didn't get yourself drawn every day.... But did she really want a copy of a picture of her? It would probably end up at the bottom of a trunk somewhere, which would feel like a disregard of art, although it was really just her disorganization. Finally she decided, saying, "Yeah.. I'd love a copy. Forgive me if I ever lose it... I'm not a very neat person." she gestured her messy bag next to her. "Well, I hope I get to see you again sometime soon. Maybe we can get a better start to a conversation." She added sheepishly, with a bit of a laugh.

[Bryan Kelley]

A smile touched Bryan's lips when she acknowledged that it probably did take practice. It was the only thing Bryan could ever say when people asked him how he drew so well. So many people liked to think that one just put the pencil to the paper and the masterpiece just flowed out. But no, it took years for Bryan to get to this point. He had been doing it since he was young that the talent had progressed as he continued to play with the different styles and techniques of drawing. There was no saying that he had gotten this good over night.

When he had asked her if she wanted a copy of the sketch, she was starting to put her things into her bag and Bryan waited patiently for her to come to a decision. He could see that she was thinking it over. Either way she chose it did not matter much to Bryan. He just thought it was a nice thing to do, to ask her if she wanted a copy of it. She had asked to see the final result so it wasn't a long stretch that she might want a copy of it. However, there was an equal chance that she wouldn't. After all, she may actually hate how it turned out but was too polite to tell him otherwise.

"Alright,"

[/color] he stated with a smile before he took out his wand and casted a wordless spell that caused a duplicate of the page to appear. Bryan replaced his wand before he handed her the sheet of paper. "It's alright. You won't offend me if you do happen to lose it,"[/color] he told her with a smile. Bryan flipped the sketchbook closed after he had spoken before he drew his bag closer to his side, flipping it open before sliding the sketchbook within the folds. He flipped the bag back closed before allowing the bag to fall back at his side, slightly behind him.

"Thanks again for allowing me to sketch you,"[/color] he told her, preparing to leave the Library.[/size][/blockquote]

[tweetsie]

She breathed a small sigh of relief as he admitted it would be okay if she lost it. It didn't necessarily mean it would be okay, but it did mean she had something to defend herself with. "Okay. I'll try not to anyway." she said, taking the picture and putting it in her bag. "I will guard it with my life." she said with a bit of a grin. There was a non-serious side to her after all. She sincerely hoped she could have another chance to talk with him, where she could be a bit less stupid. And maybe she could get to know him better... if that was possible. You never knew with artist types.

"You're welcome." she said with a quick grin, clipping her bag shut. She pulled it over her shoulder and took the books she had been reading in her arms. "I've got to go put these back on the shelves before the library closes for the night, or whatever they do at night. I guess I'll see you later." she said, giving a small wave and disappearing between two shelves to return her books, as Bryan left the library.


((OOC: I hope it's alright that I made him "leave the library", just needed a way to end it without just having them disappear of the end of the earth))