To Gwen, the best place where to start a drawing was the Courtyard. For some reason, that place was inspiring her for the sketches. And this was why she had decided to spend some time there. Taking her sketchbook, the seventh year made her way to the Courtyard. With hasty steps, she headed towards one of the benches and took a seat. In the next moment, she started scribbling something on a blank page of the sketchbook. Scribble. Scribble. . . .
After a few minutes, she put the quill down in order to examine the drawing. Erm. Not good. It wasn’t that bad either, but Gwen didn’t like to go with ‘just fine’. No. A drawing had to look great. She ripped the page out of the sketchbook. Pft. She could just throw it away.
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