Post by Harmony Walker on Aug 24, 2007 1:22:41 GMT
Harmony was in the heart of the Slytherin Common Room. She was by the fire. She didn't mind the fact that no one was around. It gave her time to herself to cast out her creativity by removing herself from others. The silence was ideal for her. She took out one on her notebooks and began to write poetry.
Harmony had always excelled in the area of arts, whether it was music, drawing, or literature in itself. She found herself lost in her creativity that she didn't notice people leaving and entering the Common Room. She was in her own world. If someone had wanted her attention, they would have to take away the thing that inspired her creative side; her notebook, sketchbook, or reading book.
Harmony had always excelled in the area of arts, whether it was music, drawing, or literature in itself. She found herself lost in her creativity that she didn't notice people leaving and entering the Common Room. She was in her own world. If someone had wanted her attention, they would have to take away the thing that inspired her creative side; her notebook, sketchbook, or reading book.
