Author's Note:
Purify the Heart
Drawing
"It is astonishing how little
one feels alone when one loves."
-John Bulwer
Summer was coming to a close soon. And that meant that she would need to return to Hogwarts for her third year of wizarding lessons.
She sighed, blowing her bangs out of her blue eyes.
It was a week after her birthday party and she hadn't seen him since. And today, she thought, would have been a perfect day.
It was a beautiful summer day and the flowers seemed so perfect to her. Especially for drawing.
This was something that she had gotten of her own accord. Something no one in her family could say they had past down to her - the ability to draw.
This made a smile curl on her rosy lips.
Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, her back leaning against the great oak tree, her knees pushed up, a pencil and paper in her hand - she was ready to draw the lillies that were growing only a few yards away.
Lillies. Her favorite flower. It seemed ironic, seeing as her and her cousin Lily weren't the best of friends. Yet she had chosen that flower as her official favorite flower.
The stem was the easiest part for her, it was the actual petals and such details that they required that seemed to pull her down.
"What are you drawing?"
Looking up, she saw her favorite person. And perhaps a few other people she hadn't really wanted to be there as well.
"A flower," she responded. Teddy, Dominique and James all made their places in the grass around her.
"May I see it?"
"No," she said hastily. Though her family's compliments were usually very good, she was never really comfortable with them looking at her artwork.
Teddy couldn't help but utter a laugh.
"Come on, Rosie, we won't make fun of you."
She shuddered at the mention of her newly hated nickname. But, of course, she would never tell him this. Especially him.
Admitting defeat, she laid the drawing of the half drawn lily on the grass between the four of them.
"That's pretty good," complimented Dominique.
The two boys nodded in agreement.
"Can't you draw people?" questioned James. He was always the one to challenge people.
"Sort of."
"Then draw you."
"Alright. But you guys can only see it if I like the way it turns out."
Picking up her pencil again, she started to scribble here and there.
"No, not good," she would whisper to herself and then place the drawing face down on the ground beside her. Then she would start all over again.
"No. This one's worse."
And so it continued for the next thirteen minutes and she disposed of seven drawings.
Finally, she dropped her pencil and looked up at the three of them. "Perhaps I can work on it and show you when it's done?"
"Fine, let's go Teddy. I have to practice my seeker skills before school starts!"
James quickly grabbed Teddy's arm and dragged him off, Dominique grabbing the drawings Rose labeld as 'garbage'.
"Rose... When do you plan on telling him?"
Dominique Weasley. Her closet cousin. The one she could tell everything and anything: even when it came to terms of Teddy. Yet, for some reason, today she didn't feel like discussing him. She had liked Teddy for quiet a while and didn't want Dominique to think that she was being pathetic by hanging onto this childhood crush.
She fibbed, "I don't like him anymore."
"Oh really?"
"Yes."
"Then explain this." The strawberry blonde laid out all the pictures, in order of first to last. Rose glanced at them and then looked curiously at her cousin. "I don't see anything but horrible drawings of me."
"One, their not horrible Rose. And two, take a closer look. In each drawing, you started drawing yourself less and more Teddy. When you think of you, you think of Teddy."
She took another glance and gasped. She was right. In every picture Teddy had made his appearence.