Hidden Talent RP

[Zack]

Zack tapped his quill quickly and repeatedly, in a steady, hyper rhythm upon his doodled-on parchment as he stared up at the teacher, watching the man walk back and forth across the room, though not really seeing him. Zack had forgotten his name. He'd forgotten the class he was in, too, at the moment, to be honest. He jotted down a few more lines, darkening the spread of the wings of a falcon, sharpening the eyes, and the look of the talons and beak. The picture was amazing, in fact. No one knew that Zack had once actually professionally done portraits, for a little coin, back a few years. Long lost memories, those were. He hadn't lost his talent, though. A girl across the isle caught a glimpse of his picture and gasped, her eyes going wide as she gazed at it. Zack shifted his papers and arm, so no one could see it any longer, unless they were looking over his shoulder. He was self-conscious over the little thing...

The bell rang. Thankfully. Zack gathered up his bag, papers, and quills, and quickly evacuated the room, not stopping until he reached a tree, at a more shady part of the lake. He leaned against the base, pulled out his papers, and began drawing again, darkening the background of the bird, and finally finishing it up. He stared at it for a long moment, then unsatisfied, flicked it away, the what could have been a muggle still photograph of his drawing, landing on the grass a yard or so away. He ignored it, and began another, though he wasn't sure what he was drawing this time.

Curious, how after so long, he could just pick up his once most favorite thing to do, and be even better than before. He shook his head, and continued drawing, or painting, more like.