"I don't want to." She admitted in a voice as soft as a whisper as she stood beside his desk, looking at the now locked drawer. Wetting her lips, she felt all the questions bubbling up as she turned her mind from the witches and her power to the drawings she had been admiring moments before he caught her.
"How long have you been drawing me?" She asked, arching a brow at him curiously. "Is that what you've been doing every time we talk? I mean, I see you with your sketchpad all the time."
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Date: 2014-08-21 04:57 am (UTC)"How long have you been drawing me?" She asked, arching a brow at him curiously. "Is that what you've been doing every time we talk? I mean, I see you with your sketchpad all the time."