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Second drawing of 2007. And I have been wondering why I haven't drawn anything in months. Well, I should have practised more, this looks awful -.-
Yes, I know I totally suck at perspectives ;______; Ignore the bookshelves, please^^
I nevertheless present it to you, just because I sat on this for at least 5 hours in a row! Without break!! My fingers are dying! Sucky sucky sucky background! I hate backgrounds. ARGH!
Before I'll tell you something about the story behind this picture, the usual:
Tools: Faber-Castell, Toppoint colored pencils, Staedtler pigment liner, PhotoDraw
Time: ~5 hours
Music: Immediate Music (<3333)
Details: here
So, this is a fanart for my almost finished HP-Fanfiction The Power of Premonition - I looked at all the other crappy fanart I did for that story, but oh my god, I want you all to forget that immediately xDD I mean, not that this one would be better, but at least this one is actually drawn after the story; namely Chapter two.
A little summary before you'll get the passage; Ginny had a vision about the third Task of the Triwizard Tournament and has seen Cedric die. So now she tries to convince him that he is about to die.
From Chapter 2; "I'm not lying!":
“Cedric!”, she said again, this time fully aware of it.
Staring at him in shock, she backed up, pushing against the table, knocking over other chairs and books. An angry “Ssh!” could be heard from the desk of the librarian, Madam Pince. Throwing him one last shocked glance, she bent down to pick up the books and chairs. She grabbed the book with the words “Death Omens” written all over it, when she saw another hand grabbing it.
Looking up, she saw that Cedric Diggory was still there, helping her picking up the books. She cleared her throat and took the book from him, pressing it against her chest. She watched him eyeing her with a frown on his forehead.
“You’re alright?”, he asked her, picking up the last book from the floor. “You look as if you’ve been seeing a ghost”, he added with a slight grin.
She stared at him, clutching the book tightly.
“Well, here you go then”, he said politely, handing her the other book.
She took it and he turned to leave, with Ginny standing next to the table filled with books of how to understand the future. She then came back to mind and suddenly remembered why she was here at all.
“Cedric?”, she called after him, making him turn around widely surprised.
“Yes?”
“Erm, can I… could I talk to you for a second?”, she stammered, trying to avoid his gaze.
“Well”, he said, looking at some of his fellow classmates who were waiting for him at the other end of the library. Nodding to them, he said: “Alright.”
He walked back to her and watched her, waiting.
“Erm, maybe… somewhere else?”, she said, feeling rather distracted.
His brow furrowed as she dove into the Divination section. He followed her slowly.
“So, what is it?”
“Well, I –“, Ginny began, biting her lip. “I –“
“I know you, don’t I?”, he interrupted her, watching her closely.
“I – what?”, she stared up at him, puzzled. “Well, yeah, possibly, now I –“
“You are Fred and George’s sister, aren’t you?”, he went on. “Ginny?”
“Yes, yes, I am”, she said, trying to focus on the things she had to tell him – which was extremely hard with being interrupted and stared at all the time. “So, what I wanted to tell you –“
“Sorry to interrupt you again”, he said, looking around one of the shelves. “But could you hurry? I’m supposed to meet my friends for lunch.”
She merely stared at him with her jaw set. ‘Hurry? Could you just shut up?’, she thought.
“Well, alright, but”, she began. “It’s difficult, you know, I don’t want you to misunderstand it –“
“Just tell me”, he said with that annoyingly polite voice.
“You know, I had this dream about the Third Task”, she said. “You possibly know that it’s taking place in a maze –“
“Yes, I do, so what?”
“Well, in this dream… I saw –“ She stopped, watching him, feeling uneasy. Could see just tell him?
“Yes?”, he asked, waiting for her to continue.
“I saw … -“
He again looked around the shelves, moving slightly impatient.
“You are going to die in seven days”, she then blurted out, now fully catching his attention.
He stared at her, his mouth slightly open, his eyes narrowed.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“Maybe I heard you wrong!”
“I said you’re going to die in seven days! In the Third Task. You won’t come out of that maze again!”, she said, her voice getting more casual with every word.
He still stared at her. “You’re kidding!”
“No I’m not! I wish I would, but I’m not. I saw it happen. I dreamt about it!”
“And you truly think I’ll believe that?”, he said, folding his arms in front of his chest.
“Well… yes!”
“Well, I don’t!”, he replied. “Who are you to tell me such nonsense?”
Ginny stared up at him, her hands shaking with rage. Who was he to not believe her?
“No nonsense, it’s true! I saw it! You and Harry, both reaching the Tri Wizard Cup at the same time! Both winning the Tournament. But Harry is the only one to come out alive. Because you are going to die just after touching the Cup! Killed by the Killing Curse!”
“You are out of your mind”, Cedric said, staring at her, and backed up a little.
“No, I’m fully aware of what I’m telling you!”
“What are you talking about? You’re telling me that I’m going to die in a week, in the Third Task after touching the Cup? What does this mean? Do you want me to not compete in the Third Task or what?”
“Yes”, Ginny said, hoping that he would finally understand. “Yes!”
“I guess you’re telling Krum and Fleur the same bullshit, right?”
“I – what?” She looked at him puzzled.
“Oh, no, you can’t compete, you’re going to die, bla, bla!”, he said, imitating her voice. “Excuse me, Ginny, you might be a nice girl, but this is some foul game! Irritating the champions…” He shook his head, watching her with a stern look. “Don’t tell me you’re doing this not for Potter!”
“What?”, she squeaked. “What does this have to do with Harry?”
“Well, think! You’re telling me that I’m about to die and I shall be so frightened that I won’t compete – just to make it easier for Potter to win!”
“Now who’s out of his mind?”
He gave her an even harsher look before he turned around to go away.
“Leave those childish games, will you?”, he said over his shoulder. “Stop lying now, no one’s going to be believe you anyway!”
“I’m not lying!”, she yelled after him, watching him turn right into the aisle between the shelves. She quickly ran after him, even though she felt the floor moving underneath her. “I’m not lying!”, she yelled through the library, ignoring Madam Pince’s “Ssh”s.
Yes, I know I totally suck at perspectives ;______; Ignore the bookshelves, please^^
I nevertheless present it to you, just because I sat on this for at least 5 hours in a row! Without break!! My fingers are dying! Sucky sucky sucky background! I hate backgrounds. ARGH!
Before I'll tell you something about the story behind this picture, the usual:
Tools: Faber-Castell, Toppoint colored pencils, Staedtler pigment liner, PhotoDraw
Time: ~5 hours
Music: Immediate Music (<3333)
Details: here
So, this is a fanart for my almost finished HP-Fanfiction The Power of Premonition - I looked at all the other crappy fanart I did for that story, but oh my god, I want you all to forget that immediately xDD I mean, not that this one would be better, but at least this one is actually drawn after the story; namely Chapter two.
A little summary before you'll get the passage; Ginny had a vision about the third Task of the Triwizard Tournament and has seen Cedric die. So now she tries to convince him that he is about to die.
From Chapter 2; "I'm not lying!":
“Cedric!”, she said again, this time fully aware of it.
Staring at him in shock, she backed up, pushing against the table, knocking over other chairs and books. An angry “Ssh!” could be heard from the desk of the librarian, Madam Pince. Throwing him one last shocked glance, she bent down to pick up the books and chairs. She grabbed the book with the words “Death Omens” written all over it, when she saw another hand grabbing it.
Looking up, she saw that Cedric Diggory was still there, helping her picking up the books. She cleared her throat and took the book from him, pressing it against her chest. She watched him eyeing her with a frown on his forehead.
“You’re alright?”, he asked her, picking up the last book from the floor. “You look as if you’ve been seeing a ghost”, he added with a slight grin.
She stared at him, clutching the book tightly.
“Well, here you go then”, he said politely, handing her the other book.
She took it and he turned to leave, with Ginny standing next to the table filled with books of how to understand the future. She then came back to mind and suddenly remembered why she was here at all.
“Cedric?”, she called after him, making him turn around widely surprised.
“Yes?”
“Erm, can I… could I talk to you for a second?”, she stammered, trying to avoid his gaze.
“Well”, he said, looking at some of his fellow classmates who were waiting for him at the other end of the library. Nodding to them, he said: “Alright.”
He walked back to her and watched her, waiting.
“Erm, maybe… somewhere else?”, she said, feeling rather distracted.
His brow furrowed as she dove into the Divination section. He followed her slowly.
“So, what is it?”
“Well, I –“, Ginny began, biting her lip. “I –“
“I know you, don’t I?”, he interrupted her, watching her closely.
“I – what?”, she stared up at him, puzzled. “Well, yeah, possibly, now I –“
“You are Fred and George’s sister, aren’t you?”, he went on. “Ginny?”
“Yes, yes, I am”, she said, trying to focus on the things she had to tell him – which was extremely hard with being interrupted and stared at all the time. “So, what I wanted to tell you –“
“Sorry to interrupt you again”, he said, looking around one of the shelves. “But could you hurry? I’m supposed to meet my friends for lunch.”
She merely stared at him with her jaw set. ‘Hurry? Could you just shut up?’, she thought.
“Well, alright, but”, she began. “It’s difficult, you know, I don’t want you to misunderstand it –“
“Just tell me”, he said with that annoyingly polite voice.
“You know, I had this dream about the Third Task”, she said. “You possibly know that it’s taking place in a maze –“
“Yes, I do, so what?”
“Well, in this dream… I saw –“ She stopped, watching him, feeling uneasy. Could see just tell him?
“Yes?”, he asked, waiting for her to continue.
“I saw … -“
He again looked around the shelves, moving slightly impatient.
“You are going to die in seven days”, she then blurted out, now fully catching his attention.
He stared at her, his mouth slightly open, his eyes narrowed.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“Maybe I heard you wrong!”
“I said you’re going to die in seven days! In the Third Task. You won’t come out of that maze again!”, she said, her voice getting more casual with every word.
He still stared at her. “You’re kidding!”
“No I’m not! I wish I would, but I’m not. I saw it happen. I dreamt about it!”
“And you truly think I’ll believe that?”, he said, folding his arms in front of his chest.
“Well… yes!”
“Well, I don’t!”, he replied. “Who are you to tell me such nonsense?”
Ginny stared up at him, her hands shaking with rage. Who was he to not believe her?
“No nonsense, it’s true! I saw it! You and Harry, both reaching the Tri Wizard Cup at the same time! Both winning the Tournament. But Harry is the only one to come out alive. Because you are going to die just after touching the Cup! Killed by the Killing Curse!”
“You are out of your mind”, Cedric said, staring at her, and backed up a little.
“No, I’m fully aware of what I’m telling you!”
“What are you talking about? You’re telling me that I’m going to die in a week, in the Third Task after touching the Cup? What does this mean? Do you want me to not compete in the Third Task or what?”
“Yes”, Ginny said, hoping that he would finally understand. “Yes!”
“I guess you’re telling Krum and Fleur the same bullshit, right?”
“I – what?” She looked at him puzzled.
“Oh, no, you can’t compete, you’re going to die, bla, bla!”, he said, imitating her voice. “Excuse me, Ginny, you might be a nice girl, but this is some foul game! Irritating the champions…” He shook his head, watching her with a stern look. “Don’t tell me you’re doing this not for Potter!”
“What?”, she squeaked. “What does this have to do with Harry?”
“Well, think! You’re telling me that I’m about to die and I shall be so frightened that I won’t compete – just to make it easier for Potter to win!”
“Now who’s out of his mind?”
He gave her an even harsher look before he turned around to go away.
“Leave those childish games, will you?”, he said over his shoulder. “Stop lying now, no one’s going to be believe you anyway!”
“I’m not lying!”, she yelled after him, watching him turn right into the aisle between the shelves. She quickly ran after him, even though she felt the floor moving underneath her. “I’m not lying!”, she yelled through the library, ignoring Madam Pince’s “Ssh”s.
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OMG! Just as i am looking at this picture I am also reading the power of premonition! It is really good. And speaking of premonition I had a dream last night about Ginny Weasley being a phsycic!