<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/02/84/23/02842366d4e14cfcfbfbb84ed67f3073.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Reyansh Desai (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16109860#msg16109860)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>September 1st, 2022 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hogwarts Express<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same outfit as the picture<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Travelling<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Quinn Hurst (Mellific)<br/><br/>"Well there are some quintessential experiences that any individual in England should be able to enjoy," Rey told her with a smile, speaking with a tone that made it sound as though this were obvious.<br/><br/>"You've been at Hogwarts for a few years already so I'm assuming there's not much left to discover that you won't find out in your classes," he continued with a shrug. "But magical experiences aren't the only ones that exist when you're so far away from home, right?" And if she only came here when it was time for the school year, that meant that most of her experience was probably limited to Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. He wasn't entirely sure about that though.<br/><br/>As Quinn spoke of how it was better to leave artwork to audience interpretation, Rey nodded, feeling pretty much the same. He quickly switched focus to her sketchbook, though, when she seemed to be interested in taking him up on his offer of an art exchange of sorts. "This is just a journal," he said with a chuckle when she pointed out that her book was no portfolio. "It doesn't matter. It's still going to showcase your talent."<br/><br/>She handed over her sketchbook, and Rey did the same by handing over his journal. Many of the first pages had scratched out lines and messy handwriting, but many of the written pieces after that were more polished. He painted an emotional picture with words, having written poems about his feelings at various moments in his life. There were also small pieces that he'd written in the spur of the moment, usually because he was inspired by a piece of street art or because the colours in the sky looked especially beautiful one evening.<br/><br/>"These are incredible," Rey murmured as he went through the first page, the second, and then finally the third, which was the squid she'd been working on. "The eye is my favourite, I think," he told her, looking up from the sketch to meet her gaze with a smile. "Not as lovely as your own eyes, in my opinion, but still so realistically drawn. It's amazing."