Disclaimer:

Don't own it.

Authors Note:

Meh. I like this one. It's nice.

Drawings

By Lady Coia

Remember when hills used to be half circles, mountains triangles, and roads straight and never turning? Houses were square with a triangle on top, and a sun was merely a circle with lines?

Then you discovered that hills overlapped, there was more than one row of mountains (usually 2) and roads went off into the horizon, but still forever straight. Houses had more to them, such as a garage, and the sun had triangles not lines.

Your drawings became more detailed as time went on, and people usually weren't made of sticks anymore, but of circles. Each shape evolved into a more complex shape, until the drawings began to look like whatever their model was.

I remember the first picture I drew quite clearly. It was much like many children's first drawings, except different. There was a rectangle house with a triangle roof, a sun with lines, and a tree with round clouds above it. I drew the things my father told me about, too; pixies, round-shaped knargles, dragons, and other magical creatures.

I showed my mother that picture like it was the world, and she treated it like it was also. She praised me, and pinned it up right where everyone could see it when they first entered the main living space of our small home.

Every picture from then on got pinned on that wall, until we had a wall covered in my drawings that slowly got better each time. But still my first picture stayed in the center, standing out in its own way somehow.

When my mother passed away my pictures stopped being pinned to the wall, even though I continued to draw. Every drawing got placed in my box instead for safe keeping, while the others stayed unchanging on the covered wall.

Since my first drawing of mere shapes stuck together, I've grown many years older, as have those shapes. They've become more detailed, and more precise. A person now has strands of hair instead of one shape of hair stuck on their head, and their eyes are more than mere dots. Hands have knuckles, and fingernails, and look like they could bend to their own will any time they wish to.

Not many people know that I could be claimed as having an artistic talent. Instead I keep it to myself, believing that it would lose its magic if it ever leaked into the real world. I also know that there is a spell out there that allows my 'art' to move. But what is the fun in that? Muggles are perfectly fine with their drawings not moving, so why shouldn't I be?

I still have that first drawing of mine. It now sits in a picture frame in my box with all the others, but is always on the top. I've actually filled a few boxes now with drawings. Each and every doodle I've kept, even if they're on the corner of my schoolwork. I'll rip around them there, and stick them in my smaller box.

That first picture did not move, is one of tons like it, and yet is special. It marks when I first began to feel I was growing up… You can place my pictures in a row quite easily, and realize how I've grown along with my pictures.

But there are a few that would mess you up. Those few are when I like to return to my childhood and draw my first picture over again. None end up as special, but are simple. And I like simplicity.