Clumsy{{Riyann}} Artists Everywhere

[Taya Roberts]

The way people carried themselves at the Leaky Cauldron was always different. It was either someone upset, confused, sometimes happy, or just drunk. It wasn't something someone wanted to see everyday. And yet, that's just what Taya did. She would sit down in the Leaky Cauldron, watching people and occasionally drawing them in her sketchbook. She could catch something other people couldn't see in her drawings.

Right now, she was drawing an old woman that was sitting a table away from her. The woman was just sitting there, staring at her ButterBeer with a blank face. She was wearing think robes, all dark. Her hair was greasy and tangly, like she didn't care to take care of herself anymore. She drew all of this. She was just finishing shading in her robes and went to grab an eraser. When she did, she knocked over her own drink and it fell all over her robes. "Crap," She sighed. She looked at her book to make sure it didn't get wet. Only a little but that wasn't too bad. She moved the book out of the way and took out her wand, drying off her robes. She didn't use magic to dry off the table. Instead, she took a towel and wiped it off.

"I hate being clumsy," She mumbled.

[Riyann Servansikk]

I'd been looking for Ariella, not doing anything else other than sitting at home and waiting to see her come back through the front door to Riley's parent's house. It had taken 24 hours before I could get any help from the muggle police, but at least they were looking for her now, and all I had to do was look everywhere else they couldn't, which really, could be a lot of places.

Two days now, 48 hours in total, I had been going out of my mind, wondering why she would have left and where she would have gone. She was only 10, which meant that the odds probably weren't really all that great.

Walking into the Leaky Couldron, I gave a weak smile to some people who looked towards me and walked up to the counter at the front, giving them a piece of paper with the picture of her on it and whispered a few words, not caring if people who didn't have an idea what was going on, if they were looking at me weirdly for having tear stained cheeks and watery eyes. I just wanted Ariella to come back home.
That and ordering a firewhiskey and getting drunk off my arse was very tempting.
If it wasn't for being pregnant and looking for my daughter.

Sighing softly I went over to an empty table towards the back and sat down, running a hand through my hair as some tears fell down my face again.

[Taya Roberts]

Taya watched as another person came in. She looked familiar but shrugged it off. Alot of people looked familiar to her. But she paid it no mind. She watched as the girl sat down. She could see her well, she was crying. Taya was tempted to go over there but she didn't. Besides, who would want to confide in a stranger? No one, exactly.

She turned her sketchbook to a clean page and started drawing the girl. She made sure to get every aspect of her down to a perfect line. She didn't know why, but this girl felt oddly familiar and Taya felt that if she drew her well something might pop up. Finally, she placed down her pencil and looked down at the drawing. She did know the girl, she remembered her perfectly. She had to go to the forest with her to kill a girl named Audrina.

Biting her lip, she closed her sketchbook and stood up, making sure to have her sketchbook by her side. She made her way over to the girl, Riyann, and looked down at her. "Um..hi," She squeaked out as quiet as she could. She didn't want to startle her, seeing as she seemed pretty upset. She hoped she would remember her that way she wouldn't be making a fool of herself. "Do you remember me?"

[Riyann Servansikk]

I could feel eyes on me, but I ignored them, not wanting to focus on them at all, instead I traced small shapes against the table top with the tip of my finger as a few tears continued to roll down my face and hit the table.
And I sat like that for a while, eventually shutting my eyes and letting my hand rest on the table top instead, but I didn't move other than that.

Hearing a small voice, my eyes snapped open and I looked up from the table to meet someone else's gaze. "Hi." I said softly, wondering if I knew her. I don't think I'd be able to recognize anyone off the top of my head at the moment, which says quite a lot.

Looking at her for a few more moments after hearing her question, it started to click, from the fact that I did know her, I did remember her, and the fact that Voldemort sent her with me to go and kill an old friend that some how hadn't died when I was living with my adoptive parents. That's a great way to say you know someone, or to remember someone, them coming with you to kill a friend. Sets a great impression.

"Yeah, Taya right?" I asked in a small whisper, still holding my head up with one hand.