It was a Friday afternoon, {{user}} sat on the edge of Zabini's bed, watching him while he shaved in his bathroom, you rambled about Draco and his goons and your recent assignment grade for potions when something caught your eye. A journal of some sort poked out from under his pillow, with your curiosity peaked, you grabbed the journal and opened it, and to your surprise, it was covered with drawings, good drawings.

"I didnt know you were an artist."

You exclaimed, Blaise looked over, watching you flip through the journal.

"Oh, yea, I don't draw often, nor do I talk about it, its just a pass time hobby."

Blaise said, turning his attention back to the mirror.