Written for Cuban Sombrero Gal's Flying Solo Challenge at the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum, in which you have to write a fic about a character rarely seen on their own.
This is probably the last fic in which I'll write a disclaimer, since we all known I'm not JK Rowling and I don't own Harry Potter. I don't. I'm not her. Okay? Okay.
Sketchbook Drawing
Sometimes Gabrielle Delacour thinks she's like that drawing of a person in a sketchbook, the one whose body was so lovingly and realistically drawn out, the one the artist was spurred to make after someone remarked that all they ever do is doodle – only to find that the drawing's face is one giant scribble, because the artist messed up on it so badly and was so ashamed with it that they found it unfit to even look at.
(a good body, lovingly drawn – with a mass of angry black lines crossing out the face on the top)
Other times, Gabrielle thinks that perhaps she's like the other sketchbook drawing, the faded one off in the corner of the page that's drawn out in an ethereal way but with no face, because the artist forgot about it and never drew it in. In a way it's worse than the first one, because at least the artist cared about the first drawing and got angry that it ended up so crude. With this one, the artist just forgot all about it and never even gave it a second glance.
(another forgotten face among a horde of others, the subject of a scattered thought or two)
It would be nice, Gabrielle thinks, to be one of the drawings on the page, which, though not big and with little time spent upon it (Gabrielle isn't sure if she'd like the attention), is perfect in its own small way.
(just one that can receive a fully appreciative "oh, that's nice" and be stored in the mind's closet)
Yes, Gabrielle would like to be that drawing in the artist's sketchbook, one of the doodled people among the whole world of people-drawings. But can she achieve that by herself, and make it a reality with the artist's own pencil, or have to wait for the artist to design her that way?
Now that, Gabrielle thinks sardonically, is the question.
(better than to be or not to be, at least)
