Where you tend a rose my lad, a thistle cannot grow

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It was finally Friday!

Merlin's Beard, Sylvie felt like she had been waiting for the weekend for months.

Sitting propped up against the stone wall of the corridor, Sylvie pulled the charcoal stick across the page, rounding it out near the edges as the familiar outline of a nose took shape on the parchment. It was a familiar feature to her, one that she felt she had seen a thousand times.

It was her favorite way to spend the class change, especially when she had the next period off. Sylvie had drawings of practically every student at Hogwarts and this was her favorite time to catch some inspiration. The way that friends laughed as they made their way to Transfiguration. The way that some of the boys watched the girls on the other side of the corridor. All of it was…fascinating.

Sylvie’s charcoal stick paused, her hand hesitating as she drew a few runes off to the side, writing a secret code of sorts for her to remember later. There was always a little bit of chicken scratch off to the side of her drawings. Always a little bit of mystery behind what she wrote. She liked the idea that only she (and a few others who spoke the languages at Hogwarts) would be able to read her thoughts. In some ways, her sketch book was like a secret journal.

So lost in thought, the young Gryffindor didn’t realize that someone was nearly standing on top of her until it was too late. Flushing a bright shade of red (that nearly matched the stripes of her tie), Sylvie slammed her sketchbook closed and looked up. “Sorry, what?”

The weekend was soon to be upon them and though Terrianne was glad for the chance to get some peace and quiet and maybe spend some time with her twin. She knew that he could probably feel her stress, she could feel his. It wasn’t easy this time of year, and it was this odd mix of being in between. Not Winter but not spring. Closer to Winter than they were to the summer holiday. It sucked. It wasn’t something that she was really even happy about in the least, but she knew she would have to bide her time. She hated having to wait for Hogsmead again, she hated not being able to leave like when she had the internship.

At times she wished she hadn’t withdrawn from it, but that was about all that could be done honestly. She didn’t want or need anything to happen around the castle to make life interesting, she just needed the clock to move faster. The wedding for her parents was quickly approaching and she had so much that she still had to do and could only do during Hogsmead or via her father; which was proving to be difficult.

She was walking to her Common room, and was thinking of taking a nap or something before she went to her last class when she saw Sylvie. She was so caught up in whatever she was doing she didn’t even notice Terrianne. ”I asked you who you were drawing.”

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Sylvie knew full well who it was.

It was no secret to the world that she had an unrequited, totally weird and random crush of Archibald Weasley. Had she ever spoken to him in her entire life beyond asking to borrow some paints or a stick of charcoal? No. She tried to smile and cover up the fact that she was utterly mortified, but it only looked as if she were grimacing at Terrianne. The girl was intimidating — beautiful, popular, all around better than her…sometimes Sylvie wondered what it would like to be a Queen Bee like her. But Sylvie was more of a hive bee. She worked behind the scenes, preferring not to be seen.

Maybe she hadn’t seen anything at all. Then again, she might be liable to grab the sketchbook and see just how many people Sylvie had taken the liberty of drawing. There were pictures of nearly ever student inside. “Hi Terri,” She said as she struggled to get up on her feet. She was pressing her back against the stone wall behind her, wiggling up a few inches with every push. Soon, she had regained her footing and she was brushing off her black tights with her hand.

Reaching up, she brushed her cheek, a smudge of charcoal now smeared across her face. “Just…” Could she be honest with the girl? What were the odds that she would run around telling the whole school that Sylvie was in love with her brother? Actually, pretty high. “I was just sketching some for Art Club. We do portraits of each other sometimes.” She answered, without actually answering the question. Quick, she knew she had to turn the tables and get the attention off of herself. “What are you up to?” She blurted, almost a little too quickly as she shoved her sketchbook behind her back and pretended as if it had disappeared.