Author's Note: haha! author's note! idk why but im having fun saying i'm an author!!! well actually this story is in the process of being created by me and Nicoley (swordandpen28). So ya. Review yashgamagh! (Review Please in Boheiman)
We always wonder what our walls would say if they could talk. At Hogwarts, they can. Or, at least, the paintings can and that's just as good. I'm not confined to my frame; I just prefer its confines. The cedar slats, carved with scrolls and sunbursts, are comfortable and safe.
When I visit other paintings, I either feel washed out by the bright, vibrant oil paints or as though I'm being thrown into harsh relief by the soft, pale watercolors. I blame my creator. The idiot drew me in bloody pastels.
So I stay in my frame. It's situated in a small corridor off the hallway leading into the Great Hall. I don't get much traffic, but I have always thought the students that do pass me are more . . . interesting compared to those in the near constant stream flowing through the main passage.
Every few years, I hand pick a new set of students to observe. It's an amusement of sorts. They're always Gryffindors, because my corridor is directly on the way to their common room. How I pick these special students is quite random. There is no rhyme or reason to the matter; just a select few wanderers in the midst of the hustle and bustle of life at Hogwarts, for the people at least. In previous years, my chosen students have displayed a certain confidence or air of interest about them. I have been making these observations for a pretty long while, for I find it my main source of entertainment around here, being a portrait and all.
This year, I've picked two. Both firsties with wild black hair, but the similarities end there. The boy is loud; surronded by nervous peers, his boisterous coutenance makes him stand out. Exuding confidence, his brown eyes are just visible over the bobbing heads.
The girl is opposite. She stands at the outside of a knot of bubbly girls, each step making her black corkscrews bounce. You can tell she's shy; her narrow shoulders are pushed forward, making her dark ringlets spill over her pale blue-gray eyes.
I've only just started my observations on these two new students, but hopefully they will live up to my "standards". Nothing very exciting has happened so far, but I have a feeling I made the right choice in picking these two . . .