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Heights were something that had never really bothered her, even on this rickety old new bridge so when she was leaning against the side, Ingrid had a look on her face of someone who was at ease as the wind whistled and whipped a few stray pieces of hair at her face.
Walking the grounds of Hogwarts was something she’d always loved whether it was in waist heigh snow or brightest of sunshine so seeing her here wasn’t out of the norm, even if the bridge did look as though it was about to fall over at a moments notice. No, today what might stand out to those who know Ingrid Luck was the lack of a sketch book clasped in her hands or a paint brush which was typically tucked behind her ear. Although, that may have been to do with the fact that there wasn’t really anywhere to sit or lean said sketchbook on.
Taking a deep breath, Ingrid let the cold winter air fills her lungs and closed her eyes before eventually, she began to make her way across the bridge and back towards the castle. It might almost be spring but Scotland in winter was still a little too chilly for her. |