 Tell Them I'm Trapped in an Oil Painting
Iris sat in her portrait looking more annoyed than usual. She always enjoyed watching the students going to lessons. It was the best part of the year in her eyes, but today she was not happy, no she was down right irritated.
She sniffled and glared, "You there, house elf, make sure you get these cobwebs." Pointing towards the corners of her frame. "I can't see a thing and it's making it very unwelcoming to students."
Why would anyone want to visit her if those cobwebs wouldn't go away. She had never had so many on her before.
Last edited by Portraits; 05-23-2015 at 03:37 AM.
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