prompt: "a picture is a poem without words"
writer: AccioHope
He peers over Lucy's shoulder, wondering where she got her absolutely brilliant talent from.
"Luce, you're bloody amazing. You know that, right?" he tells her, trying to inhale the scent of her hair without her noticing.
She spins around, abandoning her current drawing. "Are you talking about yourself again, Lor?" she says playfully, snatching the piece of parchment that he's been discreetly holding in his hands for the past few minutes from him.
"Hey, you're not supposed to read that!" he exclaims, trying to seize his possession back. "I'm serious!"
She smiles knowingly at him, holding the parchment right out of his grasp. "It's just your poetry, nothing I haven't read before." She quickly scans it and gives him a dirty look. "This is what you call crap?" she asks disbelievingly.
"Shut up, Luce, don't try to put me under the illusion that I'm at all talented," he replies, irritated at his best friend's obvious lack of knowledge at what's extraordinary and what's simply not. "I'll never be as good of a writer as you are an artist, and we both know it."
"Oh, come off it, Lor," she scoffs. "I'm not doing anything different than you writing when I'm drawing. A picture is a poem without words, after all."
And at that, he finally smiles, because Lucy Weasley is definitely the only person on Earth who can make him feel so extremely special.
a/n: please don't favorite/alert without reviewing, thanks.
