I put on my apron, happy to finally be alone in the dorm, away from all the loud, boy-crazy sixth-year girls. Quickly rummaging through my draws, I started to search for a blank canvas that I could place on my easel, which was already covered in paint splatters, after one use. I finally find it. Time to start painting. Painting is an escape for me. I love to put my heart and soul into my work and be able to keep it forever. I contemplated on what to draw. An abstract. Perfect. Perfect for all my thoughts about Scorpius. Maybe I could finally get him out of my head after this painting. I slowly planned it out, light sketching with a pencil. It took me a while to finally start painting and even that took hours and hours. I sighed, as I heard the door to our dorm open. Thankfully, it was only Freya, who knew not to disturb when I was 'in the zone'.
After a few hours, I was done. I smiled slightly. It was not my best piece of work, but it was good. I hung it up next to my bed, where I could look upon it everyday, whenever I wanted to. I was happy. For now, at least.