2. DeanParvati
She grabs the tattered sketchbook, delicate fingers dusting away the dirt that clings to the cover. "Yours?" she guesses.
Dean nods. "From on the run. It was the only thing that kept me sane."
Parvati turns to the first page, a beautifully detailed picture of Hogwarts scratched to life by quill and ink.
"Maybe you shouldn't look," he murmurs, sounding embarrassed.
Parvati wonders what could be in there that he wouldn't want her to see.
Landscapes. A goblin. Girls and a woman she assumes to be his sisters mum. Seamus.
And her face, over and over in black ink. Parvati nearly drops the book. "It's-"
"Creepy. I'm sorry. I just-"
She silences him with a firm kiss, unable to fight a laugh. "I was going to say perfect, actually."
Dean smiles at that, taking the sketchbook and turning it to a blank page. "I had to draw from memory. But if I had a subject..."
With a grin, she strikes a pose.