Vincent....

[getting_evan]

Evan cocked his head to the side as he stared up at the grand painting hanging on the wall. It seemed somewhat different today. He knew the oil painting well, having seen it many, many times. He'd started to find small pictures and images in the Abstract Expressionist painting

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[vincent_daray]

Vincent Daray was hovering at Rosier's side, dressed in all back, towering over him by atleast a head, the fifth year's demeanor stern and dark like the black queen chest peice towering over an enemy pawn.

His lifeless looking green eyes bored at the back of Rosier's head.
"Having fun" he said darkly.

[getting_evan]

His head tilted to the other side and though the voice startled him, Evan showed no sign of his surprise. The voice sounded familiar and after a few moments, he placed it as a fellow Slytherin.

"Actually, I rather am enjoying myself," Evan replied without much effort. He clasped his hands behind his back, still studying the painting.

[vincent_daray]

Vincent had to smirk, the boy was in his year, they had not spoken, expect perhaps to borrow ink or potion ingrediants in class.

"I'm glad, you'll be glad you did later" he said softly. "I've never seen much use in these kind of paintings, rather dull. I like to see paintings which actually show a story, or even what is shown to be a picture. Otherwise this is utter nonsense"

Vincent moved a little closer, "I'm here to talk to you Rosier, I expect you to listen."

[getting_evan]

"It's only nonsense to those how lack the ability to look deeper than the top coat of paint. A painting's true story usually isn't very obvious," Evan replied, turning slightly to look at the other boy. They shared a dorm, didn't they? Evan had never really paid much attention to his dormmates.

Not replying to Vincent's latter statement, Evan did nothing more than arch his eyebrow in response.