We both sat in silence for what seemed like a half an hour or so, him checking over scrolls of parchment and referencing various text books and me sketching away, forgetting there was even another person sitting across from me. That was definitely the one thing I loved most about drawing and painting, having the whole world melt away while I illustrate my imagination on paper.

"Yeah..." Was all I said in response. Come on Truly, don't you ever get sick of being alone? There it was, that stupid fucking voice in the back of my head. It started as a tugging feeling in my chest and over the course of these two weeks that feeling grew into a terribly annoying voice that would talk my ear off. It wouldn't hurt to have a few friends would it? The whole reason you never talked to anyone was because you didn't feel like it, and lately you've definitely felt like it. So, shouldn't you give it a go? Shut up! 

The illustration continued to unfold before my eyes, and in a matter of time I saw a horrific animated sequence. Peeves sat on top of a chandelier sawing away at the chain that kept it bound to the ceiling, eventually the chain snapped and the chandelier fell onto Sophie walking in the halls of what I assume is Hogwarts. Once the chandelier hit her, the drawing kept replaying, over and over.