You had always loved art, it was a subject which had been held dearly to your heart, not that there was anything of the sort taught at Hogwarts. You instead had to make time to be artistic, sketching the Hufflepuff common room mainly or the sceneries around the castle. There was little of the castle that you hadn't sketched, leading you to draw your peers when you had little else to draw.

When the weather was nice you were able to put out your easel by the black lake and paint what you saw. Usually it was just the castle, but you saw someone whom intrigued you. James Sirius Potter had always intrigued you, not that you'd ever spoken as you had a strong doubt he'd have no interest in you. He was sat with his friends laughing and talking, something you had wished to partake in but rather sticking to your canvas and avoiding talking to him or anyone for that matter.

The canvas was soon filling with colour, revealing a carefully thought out image of James. It was nowhere near finished, but you were rather happy with how it was turning out, happy enough that you had completely lost sight of the fact that you had been staring rather intently at him. It hadn't even become clear to you that he had noticed you until you heard him clear his throat behind you, having been too caught up in getting the details perfect.

"Are you painting me?" He questioned, cocking an eyebrow.

Your eyes became wide as you turned around attempting to hide the canvas behind you.

"Um... no... no," you whispered hoping he hadn't seen the painting, and that he didn't think that you were completely weird.

He let out a mellifluous laugh as he peered over your shoulder to see what you had been working on.

"That's pretty cool," he grinned.

"Oh... not... it's nothing... nothing really... pretty terrible if you ask me," you rambled to him.

James leant down to pick up your sketchbook, flicking through it. You attempted to take it back, but you were too anxious and terrified to interfere too much. He looked through the pages of the sketchbook, smiling down at the art you had worked on.

"You're talented, but do you have a name?"

Your eyes widened. He wanted to know your name?

"Oh... yeah... of course... I'm Y/N," you smiled awkwardly hoping your face wasn't as red as it felt.

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Written by Charlotte.

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