Finneas MacDavis- Grey
Gryffindor │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single
Finn could hear the sound of people coming from the open doors to the Art Club, telling him all he needed to know: it was already starting. The First Year was a little concerned when his older cousin never put in an appearance for breakfast, and hoped everything was all right, as it wasn’t normal for Linsey not to be there when she could potentially be with the rest of the family for a meal. They’d agreed they would have at least one meal together as a family a day, whether in the Great Hall or in the Student Kitchens. Finn guessed it was as much for them to be together as family as it was to ensure Ella was eating her fill, as his younger cousin was still too small and waifish for her health.
The Young Lion didn’t think of himself as an artist, he certainly didn’t have the degree of talent his older cousin had; however, he liked the idea of having a club where he could easily spend a few hours building and painting his model soldiers without folks questioning the whys and what-fors of it. He also had a character for the Adventurers Guild he had the necessary bits and bobs to create a model of for the next time they had an encounter and the DM put out a map.
In his haversack, he had his acrylic model paints and brushes, along with a number of figures he glued together recently. He had the parts to build his character in a plastic baggie, with his model-building tools and glue in a small box, and Finn reckoned he could have the little fellow assembled, primed, base-coated, and maybe even inked before needing to pack it in or the day.
Walking in, he immediately spotted Linsey, she was hard to miss in her brightly coloured dress and high-heeled shoes, and Ella was with her. His younger cousin was dressed in dark colours and had her hair up, which was a different look for her, and Finn could tell she was having a hard time of it already. It didn’t help the kid with the camera sounded as though he’d been pounding Mountain Dews and Red Bulls all day.
Finn slid in behind his cousins, tapped Ella on one shoulder, and then said softly in her opposite ear, “Hey, you can hang with me, if you like, Ella.” With a finger he held up a set of noise-canceling headphones, and added, “Besides, there’s biscuits over there, an’ behold, I bring headphones te the party.”
Gryffindor │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single
Finn could hear the sound of people coming from the open doors to the Art Club, telling him all he needed to know: it was already starting. The First Year was a little concerned when his older cousin never put in an appearance for breakfast, and hoped everything was all right, as it wasn’t normal for Linsey not to be there when she could potentially be with the rest of the family for a meal. They’d agreed they would have at least one meal together as a family a day, whether in the Great Hall or in the Student Kitchens. Finn guessed it was as much for them to be together as family as it was to ensure Ella was eating her fill, as his younger cousin was still too small and waifish for her health.
The Young Lion didn’t think of himself as an artist, he certainly didn’t have the degree of talent his older cousin had; however, he liked the idea of having a club where he could easily spend a few hours building and painting his model soldiers without folks questioning the whys and what-fors of it. He also had a character for the Adventurers Guild he had the necessary bits and bobs to create a model of for the next time they had an encounter and the DM put out a map.
In his haversack, he had his acrylic model paints and brushes, along with a number of figures he glued together recently. He had the parts to build his character in a plastic baggie, with his model-building tools and glue in a small box, and Finn reckoned he could have the little fellow assembled, primed, base-coated, and maybe even inked before needing to pack it in or the day.
Walking in, he immediately spotted Linsey, she was hard to miss in her brightly coloured dress and high-heeled shoes, and Ella was with her. His younger cousin was dressed in dark colours and had her hair up, which was a different look for her, and Finn could tell she was having a hard time of it already. It didn’t help the kid with the camera sounded as though he’d been pounding Mountain Dews and Red Bulls all day.
Finn slid in behind his cousins, tapped Ella on one shoulder, and then said softly in her opposite ear, “Hey, you can hang with me, if you like, Ella.” With a finger he held up a set of noise-canceling headphones, and added, “Besides, there’s biscuits over there, an’ behold, I bring headphones te the party.”
OOC:
Cinnabun Gryffie
Floating free as a birdSixty foot leaps it's so absurd
From up here you should see the view
Such a lot of space for me and you
Oh you'd like it
Gliding around get your feet off the ground
Oh you'd like it
Do as you please with so much ease
