The Lower Alleys

“She wanted to fly away, and never look back.

The urge became a wish, became a need, and she-

She became a bird.

All the thoughts in her head went quiet. Her wings reached out to touch the sky, and the sky was the only thing that mattered. Forward was the only direction left.”

“Fred and George towed her to the next carriage along the line and opened the door - only to find it occupied. "Eet is you.” Fleur Delacour sat on the left bench, Beauxbatons uniform perfectly pressed and hands folded demurely in her lap. “Our apologies, milady,” Fred said with a flourishing bow. George copied him, adding, “We had no inkling this conveyance was spoken for.” Delacour tilted her chin at the empty seats. “We are all going to ze castle, no?” The twins exchanged several sentences in a glance, then grinned. “To the lady’s insistence-” “-we defer.”

Garden Party Harry. Ink on paper.

Pansy Parkinson

From Ch. 11 of Murkybluematter’s fanfic; The Futile Facade

Pansy Parkinson. 

Digital color over traditional drawing

Head Sketches in ink. Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Rigel Black, Victor Krum, Hermione Granger.

BackpackBirb. Ink and watercolor

“She knew that she couldn't reasonably hang around in a vampire's distillery and ply him with questions about the specimens he'd collected over however many decades he'd been roaming the earth, and yet… she really wanted to.

"It was lovely to meet you, Mr. Kasten," she said, giving in with good grace. "Thank you for showing us your work. Maybe I will see you at Mr. Tate's sometime."

“Yes, perhaps." Kasten lifted a graceful hand in an aborted gesture of farewell, letting it drop again too quickly and watching them leave the distillery with a strange look on his pale face.””

“Fred and George towed her to the next carriage along the line and opened the door - only to find it occupied. "Eet is you.” Fleur Delacour sat on the left bench, Beauxbatons uniform perfectly pressed and hands folded demurely in her lap. “Our apologies, milady,” Fred said with a flourishing bow. George copied him, adding, “We had no inkling this conveyance was spoken for.” Delacour tilted her chin at the empty seats. “We are all going to ze castle, no?” The twins exchanged several sentences in a glance, then grinned. “To the lady’s insistence-” “-we defer.”