Tell Them I'm Trapped in an Oil Painting
One Elizabeth Burke was peacefully snoozing in her frame until the mindless chatter of students jerked her awake. What does a poor portrait have to do to get a minute’s rest around here?! Her nose wrinkled at the sight of the two students. Ugh, Gryffindors! Probably not even purebloods. “Hmph! Who’s there?” she snorted, now fully awake and fully annoyed. “What do you two want?” |