Post by Lamenting Quill on Nov 1, 2006 15:24:39 GMT -5
Note: I wrote this drabble as a companion piece to a Minerva/Albus artwork I did, which is just below.
I drew and painted the above image using my trusty Wacom Tablet and Photoshop CS
It's not very good, but I'm totally new to art, so what can you expect? *snicker*
Disclaimer: Not mine, J.K. Rowling’s.
I walk through the silent halls of Hogwarts Castle. The students have finally been forced into their common rooms for the night, and I was looking forward to spending some well deserved time with my wife. However, she was not to be found in our rooms, nor was she in her office. I know better than to look for her anywhere else, for I know there is only one other place she would be. She thinks I do not know her secret, but I have known for quite sometime, though I remain quiet. I am content to let her keep this from me, so long as I can continue to watch her unnoticed.
I stop in the middle of an unused hallway in front of a large door on the uppermost floor of the castle. I know she’ll be on the other side, and I feel my anticipation rising. Placing my hand upon the aging wooden door, I very gently push, opening it enough that I may see her. My eyes take in the familiar room, the burgundy walls tinged with gold, the hardwood floors, and then the breathtaking sight of her.
She’s dressed in a green flowing gown, her hair up in it’s bun as she moves so gracefully across the floor. The expression on her face is one of pure bliss and happiness. She’s stunning, and the passion with which she dances is amazing. I am not exactly sure why she has never confessed to me this passion for ballet, but I refuse to ask her in fear that she will stop. I hope she never stops dancing, for she never looks more peaceful than when she is here. I know that I am intruding on her, seeing something she obviously doesn’t want me, or anyone else, to see; but I find that I can’t help myself.
Watching her is like an addiction; the way she moves, the way she looks, the way she sometimes hums softy with the music. It is a sight that I always treasure, and one I think of often. Even though she doesn’t know it, her secret has made me love her more. To me, she is beautiful always, but even more so when she dances.
~Finish~
I drew and painted the above image using my trusty Wacom Tablet and Photoshop CS
It's not very good, but I'm totally new to art, so what can you expect? *snicker*Disclaimer: Not mine, J.K. Rowling’s.
When She Dances
a drabble by
Lamenting Quill
a drabble by
Lamenting Quill
I walk through the silent halls of Hogwarts Castle. The students have finally been forced into their common rooms for the night, and I was looking forward to spending some well deserved time with my wife. However, she was not to be found in our rooms, nor was she in her office. I know better than to look for her anywhere else, for I know there is only one other place she would be. She thinks I do not know her secret, but I have known for quite sometime, though I remain quiet. I am content to let her keep this from me, so long as I can continue to watch her unnoticed.
I stop in the middle of an unused hallway in front of a large door on the uppermost floor of the castle. I know she’ll be on the other side, and I feel my anticipation rising. Placing my hand upon the aging wooden door, I very gently push, opening it enough that I may see her. My eyes take in the familiar room, the burgundy walls tinged with gold, the hardwood floors, and then the breathtaking sight of her.
She’s dressed in a green flowing gown, her hair up in it’s bun as she moves so gracefully across the floor. The expression on her face is one of pure bliss and happiness. She’s stunning, and the passion with which she dances is amazing. I am not exactly sure why she has never confessed to me this passion for ballet, but I refuse to ask her in fear that she will stop. I hope she never stops dancing, for she never looks more peaceful than when she is here. I know that I am intruding on her, seeing something she obviously doesn’t want me, or anyone else, to see; but I find that I can’t help myself.
Watching her is like an addiction; the way she moves, the way she looks, the way she sometimes hums softy with the music. It is a sight that I always treasure, and one I think of often. Even though she doesn’t know it, her secret has made me love her more. To me, she is beautiful always, but even more so when she dances.
~Finish~
