Commission of Snidge ‘n Hex for my Lindsecakes!
Class Doodle Time!
Recently, I’ve been hearing more about Rook seeing that he’s now in Crossfire, which ignites both Crossfire and Pottermore kids feels. THEN it seems like everyone else is finally getting sorted, and everyone’s talking about sorting again so DOUBLE IGNITE FEELS. I just HAD TO DRAW EVERYONE.
It started as Rook and Cindy over there and whooooops here comes everyone else.
I even drew my dude.
…I never actually did anything with Harlow.
Hm. Bummer.
I see what others cannot.
Rook Toulson, my Pottermore character. He sees ghosts, has visions, and a rough life.
What else is new for my characters?
No these are not Fab Four tea blends that Linds and I just made. Nope. But if they were then Linds would have made Hex and Hazel and I Snidge and Rook.
No these are not Fab Four tea blends that Linds and I just made. Nope. But if they were then Linds would have made Hex and Hazel and I Snidge and Rook.
Dressy Hazel!
So, I need to be working on homework but my head’s a little too full of thoughts. I started these last night and whipped out a few more just now on a break. I have this scene in my head of her and Ellison at some Hogwarts dance in their 7th year wherein tensions reach something of a boiling point between them. BUT FOR NOW SHE’S DRESSY. haha. And essentially without curves. WOOHOO.
one day
One day a year, Hazel Bat lets herself think about something. This year, she’s not alone.
I wanted to draw a HP scarf, so I stuck my pottermore character, Rook, into his house colors via a silly doodle.
So cute with his hopefulness.
HAPPY BIRFDAY LINDSEY!
Picture of Linds’s Pottermore characters, Hexibah Quill and Ethan Billings, having… some alone time… together. :D
Birthday gift/grossly belated commission. HAHA
I LOVE YOU, BABE!
Appearances
For Hazel Bat, the average afternoon at Madame Puddifoot’s just became less average when Ellison Hedgewood decided to bring his own special someone there. POTTERMORE FAB FOUR FIC!
Possibilities.
Olivia was nowhere to be seen when Rook stepped into the hallway. He ran his fingers absently over the file, feeling the nicked edges, the places where the paper had caught in a cabinet and torn. His pale eyes swept over the dark corridor laid out before him, tracking the numerous comings and goings of wizards and witches alike. It was like a beehive, buzzing with activity. A witch brushed past where he stood with a floating desk behind her, scanning a copy of the Daily Prophet and paying no mind to where she was leading the furniture. Rook watched, transfixed as he always was by magic, as the desk seemed to suck in its sides to avoid clubbing anyone it passed. Awfully considerate of it.
