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School of Fine Arts
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hp100, for this challenge something something about the fact that there must be fine art in the wizarding world beyond the Hogwarts portraits and whatnot. Which is pretty cool. Anyhow.
Title: Still Life
Author: Sabine
House: Gryffindor
Words: 100
Characters: Narcissa Black Malfoy
Author’s Notes: For the SOFA challenge. Also, this is my first HP 100 post, so, hello!
It was the only thing she spent time with now, a squarish device, blackish-silver with a snouty front bit; Muggles’ morbid idea of a camera.
She loved the smell of the brine, here in her rented darkroom in London’s South End. Loved the horrified looks on the Muggles’ faces when she popped out of alleys and seized her targets with that satisfying click. She savored those twisted expressions and those pupils glowing red, the souls of hundreds of Muggles frozen stiff in grainy light and shadow for eternity.
Lucius would love the prints. Something to brighten his cell at Azkaban.
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hp100, for this challenge something something about the fact that there must be fine art in the wizarding world beyond the Hogwarts portraits and whatnot. Which is pretty cool. Anyhow.Title: Still Life
Author: Sabine
House: Gryffindor
Words: 100
Characters: Narcissa Black Malfoy
Author’s Notes: For the SOFA challenge. Also, this is my first HP 100 post, so, hello!
It was the only thing she spent time with now, a squarish device, blackish-silver with a snouty front bit; Muggles’ morbid idea of a camera.
She loved the smell of the brine, here in her rented darkroom in London’s South End. Loved the horrified looks on the Muggles’ faces when she popped out of alleys and seized her targets with that satisfying click. She savored those twisted expressions and those pupils glowing red, the souls of hundreds of Muggles frozen stiff in grainy light and shadow for eternity.
Lucius would love the prints. Something to brighten his cell at Azkaban.
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