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poisoned_quill in wizardwatch

RP: Entertainment

Oct 17, 2007 22:37

Who: Rita, anyone
When: Wednesday, Oct 17
Where: Sitting room
Rating: TBA
Summary: Rita picks up a paintbrush and wants a subject
Status: Incomplete

( I can write. Why can't I paint? )

week 10, rita

Comments 4

last_born_girl October 17 2007, 20:47:15 UTC

Ginny was out in the garden, strumming away. She was, he felt, getting the hang of it; she'd even attempted to string together a few bars of Bob Dylan.

She saw Rita carrying the paints; at least someone else was getting involved in the new task. "Off to paint a masterpiece?" she called out

poisoned_quill October 18 2007, 05:05:39 UTC

Rita turned at the sound of Ginny's voice, and smiled. "I have no idea," she replied. "I don't think I've painted since I was about seven years old. I've no idea whether I'm any good or not. But it's not as though we don't have time to fool around with this stuff."

She studied Ginny, listened to the sound her fingers were making as they plucked at the keys. "You're not half bad at that," she said. The red hair would look good in a painting - she'd be recognisable by that alone even if Rita was terrible at features.

"Mind if I paint you? I suppose I could do trees or birds, but that's a bit boring, and if you're sitting here..." She arched a brow in question.

last_born_girl October 18 2007, 10:07:45 UTC

"Thanks" Ginny replied "Mum was always the musical one in our house, but none of us ever took up playing"

"As for the painting, go ahead. I've never had a portrait done."

poisoned_quill October 18 2007, 17:40:35 UTC

"She was a fan of Celestina Warbeck, wasn't she? Is she still?"

Rita had no idea where that memory had come from. She and Molly had been a few years apart at school - Rita couldn't remember if it was one or two - and the fact had just jumped out at her - Molly Prewett, Celestina Warbeck. How bizarre.

Rita found a spot to settle herself in where she could see Ginny and the art pad at the same time. Cast charms on her clothes to keep the paint off. Sniffed and rubbed her nose once, then contemplated. Where would she start?

With red, of course. Mixed colours, considered lines. All she could do was try.

"Are you still interested in telling your story about that boggart?" she asked.