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Hogwarts was suffocating and Kinsay James Hated It Here™.
Well, she didn't hate all of it. Just most. And it wasn't all suffocating. Just most. But. But the parts that she did hate and the parts that were suffocating were just. They just. It was just. Overwhelming. And so sometimes, when it was the most overwhelming, she went to the only place she would miss after she'd finally be allowed to leave this castle forever (hopefully, next year): The Art Classroom. Except. Except she wasn't feeling particularly inspired today, so rather than come here to paint, she came with a pile of old clothes that she had thrifted over the summer (which she then dumped onto the large, central table) and her sewing kit (which she gently placed on the large, central table too).
Even if she didn't end up making anything today, she was hoping to come up with a vision for some of the pieces ... at least that. And there was a lot of fabric to work with - all varying colors, styles, and sizes.
But rather than begin sorting right away, she abandoned her pile of clothes, and went to grab some supplies instead. That's important. Just some paper and markers for now (and maybe some scissors for later). And let it be known, that Kinsay Cassandra James liked the special paper, the kind that was always tucked underneath rolls of parchment all the way at the bottom of the drawer; It always took some time to dig out and she liked to be gentle with it. Unlike some people who left a big mess behind and got all the papers crinkled and unuseable.
Sometimes she wished she could lock the room to keep others from using it too. Sharing it was hard.
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
You are Lemon! |