<div class="floatleft">(https://vistapointe.net/images/alina-kovalenko-1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Quinn Hurst (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16094008#msg16094008)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>September 1st, 2022 | In transit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hogwarts Express cab<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Floral dress as pictured with these tights and boots (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/2eja9k-l-610x610-shoes-brown-autumn-autumn+outfit-girly-black-combat+boots-boots-tan-cute-vintage-ankle+boots-cute+shoes-fall+fashion-cute+boots.jpg)<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Phoebe Ryan - Mine (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDGOU24Yf4Y)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Traveling to Hogwarts<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Reyansh Desai<br/><hr/><br/>Quinn’s brows perked and then furrowed at Rey’s offer to volunteer to help her adapt a little bit. “I’m not sure what that means but, sure, I’d like to see what you have in mind,” she chuckled. Perhaps a tour was all he meant, but considering she was already a third year, that seemed a little strange. Maybe he had some other way to make her feel more acclimated at Hogwarts. Whatever his plan may have been, assuming he had one, she was curious to learn about it.<br/><br/>Quinn nodded, keeping the smile on her face, when Rey mentioned that he thought she would appreciate visiting Jaipur for its regality and inspiration. “Oh, that sounds interesting.” She nodded. “Of course, I’ve seen some pictures, so I know some of the architecture there is really unique.” Then again, since that was pretty much all she knew about it, that was really all she could say.<br/><br/>She smiled when he mentioned that he felt similarly about poetry that she did about her artwork. “I find it’s easier to leave it to the audience’s interpretation rather than having one solitary message that you want them to take from your work. That way, you’re less disappointed when they don’t understand your meaning.”<br/><br/>Nodding in agreement with Rey’s words about what made art so beautiful, she let out a gentle chuckle that suggested she was reflecting on what he had said. After admitting to her inability to write poetry, Rey suggested that they traded works and Quinn felt her face grow hot again. “Oh, well, this isn’t a serious portfolio or anything, it’s just a sketchbook,” she started.<br/><br/>But, after a gulp and a bit of nervous convincing, she internally told herself it would be fine for him to see her sketches and handed over her book. She then took his journal and flipped through it casually. In her sketchbook, he would see that the first page was a still life of a bouquet of flowers; roses, lilies and mums. The next page was a close up of an eye, which looked incredibly realistic, and in the iris was the light of a window. The third page was the octopus that he had already examined.<br/><br/>“Just don’t be too harsh, okay?” Quinn chuckled.