A Great Appreciation [Willow/Celyn]

[Willow Wenlock]

Not sure how to respond to the fact that Celyn had done something so horrible that the librarian wouldn't order things for her, Willow just nodded. "Sure we can go sit down somewhere." She wasn't sure what there would be to talk about, after all, the girl seemed very much unlike herself. Willow enjoyed hours spent in the library overworking on her homework. Enjoyed being the typical Ravenclaw, and prided herself on the random knowledge that she knew. "As a child, my number one best friend was the librarian in my grade school. I actually believed all those books belonged to her." The quote spoken by Erma Bombeck expressed in many ways how she felt about this library and Madam Pince.

[Celyn Corvus]

Celyn nodded and lead the way to her table. As Willow spoke, Celyn tried to suppress the roll of her eyes, the quote was one she may have read once, but it wasn't one that stuck to her enough to make her even care who said it. "Why waste time making friends with the librarian when you can just become best buddies with the books?" her question was rhetorical, but if the girl felt justified to answer then she didn't mind if she did. To Celyn,why go to the indirect object when you can just go to the direct source? It made no sense to her, but she guessed everyone was different in their own sense...

Sitting down. she placed the books down on her table and pulled out some of her text books. She wondered if she should do her homework? She knew that if she did these few assignments some of her grades would go up, especially her A's to E's and E's to O's... but why should she? Sure grades weren't so great and everything, but they were merely letters that calculated intelligence based on biased work. She didn't feel the need to have to prove her intelligence to no one.. especially if it came in the form of an essay or report. "I guess I'll just do the bare minimum later."

[/color] she pushed the text books of to the side and got out her sketchbook and a case of pencils ranging in thickness. Flipping her sketchbook, she almost paused at the one she had of Silver, but realizing that Willow was not far away she immediately continued on to keep her from seeing it. Stopping at an incomplete sketch she had started earlier, she began to continue her work on the half naked man splashed across her page.[/blockquote]

[Willow Wenlock]

When they got to the table, Willow had been in the process of extracting a large roll of parchment, when she noted with a thought of disdain the words that Celyn had uttered. The bare minimum, what kind of Ravenclaw was this girl? She set her books down, and pulled out a quill to begin her work, when she saw the sketchpad on the table. Her eyes widened as she saw exactly what was on the sketchbook, she averted her gaze, and a blush covered her face, "what is that?" Why was she drawing something like that in the library.

[Celyn Corvus]

Celyn hadn't looked up to see Willow, but when the question was muttered she held back what she was going to initially say and instead 'filtered' her response. "A sketch." she finally looked up catching the blush on the girls face. She was so used to this kind of response that her face falter into a sign of embarrassment, she just continued to pencil in the details, the eyes harsher than the soft contours of the lips.

[Willow Wenlock]

A sketch wasn't very descriptive, Willow thought. She cleared her throat, from what she could see it wasn't a very conventional sketch. "Have you actually seen a...man like that?" It wouldn't occur to her, she planned on waiting until she loved a man to do something like that, and beyond that, quite possibly until she was married to that man. Waiting didn't make sense as much as it seemed like the smartest thing to do. After all, the risks, commitments, dangers of doing outweighed the possible benefits in her opinion.

[Celyn Corvus]

Was this girl assuming something? Judging by the tone, it was almost as if Willow was implying something. "No I've never had sex if that's what you mean." she placed her pencil down and folded her hands resting her chin on it. "However, I have seen a man before on one occasion." she didn't avert her eyes, but she wasn't going to go into more detail than that. It was one of those things that happened accidentally and she saw what she wasn't meant to see... but that was a story she was more comfortable not telling.

Celyn was trying to see if this girl was going to judge her based on this drawing. It happened a lot and she wouldn't be surprised if Willow did, people were too much of conformists and it saddened her that people couldn't see past the skin image to the sentimental value in her sketches.

[Willow Wenlock]

Was judgement at hand, Willow wondered to herself? The girl looked as though she expected the other shoe to drop any moment. Art was art, an expression a thought, not necessarily reality, rather a reflection of it. However, if she was doing this art to try and recall reality, was it really art or did it become something more. She personally thought When you get the personality, you don't need the nudity.

She didn't need to see the nude form to understand the mood, feel, or personality of a person, artwork, or anything else. When people were naked, it left intrigue, when they were nude, it left nothing bur for them to exist as a nude. Rather than fall into what might be a baited trap, Willow looked down at her parchment, quill inscribing her name at the top of the paper. "I never asked if you had sex," Willow said, she hadn't rather she'd been asking if she'd seen a nude male. Thinking to herself that she personally had not, and would not for a number of reasons.

[Celyn Corvus]

Celyn shrugged and continued her sketch, she always spent the majority of her time on the face, to her it was always the center. "I'm sure you have too. I mean, guys walk around beaches half naked all the time. It's not really a big deal." the drawing faded as it reached his waist, she would complete the bottom portion much later since it wasn't going to have as much detail as his top. Rummaging through her pencils she took a very thick one and began drawing the thick whisks of hair as if a wind was blowing them back.

Returning to Willow's previous statement, Celyn only momentarily looked up. "You should keep questions less loaded and much lighter then." questions could come off as sounding as something whether they are inclined towards that direction or not, and Celyn wasn't one to shy away from answering.

Celyn was faintly curious as to the opinion of thi girls. Not because she thought it would be different, but because she was expecting the typical opinion she received. 'There are other ways to draw sentimental pictures.' and all that rubbish. Had it never dawned on people that this was one of those 'ways'. Celyn didn't blow off criticism, she just ignored bigotry which was a occurrence in what she perceived so far.

[Willow Wenlock]

Willow set her quill down, but opened up one of her books, her work becoming much more appealing than this conversation. "I didn't ask a loaded question. I meant what I asked, if you had seen a man like that before." It wasn't uncommon in history for artist's to use different means of representation for models that were lacking, and she hadn't thought it was a big jump to ascertain where the model had come from. "It's not uncommon for artists to use other means of models."

[Celyn Corvus]

Celyn didn’t respond, too engrossed in the minor details of her drawing. She finally looked up again. “A question is not only made up of words.” the second thing she had said made her so tempted to show her the rest of her drawings, but then again she really didn’t care much to show someone if it wasn’t going to benefit in anyways. “Very true.” was all she could muster to say.

She remained quiet after that, there was a silence she was all to used to and didn’t mind. Some would call it awkward, but she never believed in awkward silences, only in awkward people.

[Willow Wenlock]

In the breath that it took Willow to formulate a reply some might have interpreted that as an awkward silence, but she was just thinking of the perfect thing to say. Susan Sontag said, 'In good films, there is always a directness that entirely frees us from the itch to interpret.'. When someone asks a question, there isn't always an alternative meaning." Willow knew that her question was a direct one, and she was feeling a bit put upon that this girl seemed to dwell on her misunderstandings.

[Celyn Corvus]

"And there is an old African proverb that states 'There is no phrase without a double meaning', it's all about the persons interpretation of things. Whether it's verbal or though a mere sense." she looked up again. Celyn wasn't really a fan of quoting or using quotes. Proverbs to her were somewhat 'better', but to her it felt like quoting in general lacked originality.

At this point, Celyn couldn't seem to find anything that was interesting in this girl. It was as if the stereotype of Ravenclaw was embedded in every part of Willow and it was a bit irritating. Her facial features on the other hand showed only pleasantry, her thoughts never seemed to show on her face which worked to her advantage in most cases.

[Willow Wenlock]

Right Willow thought, "Interpretation is just an assumption that someone thinks they know the intentions of another person better than that person does." She closed her books, and began to roll her parchment up, "and if you break down assuming, you make an ass out of you and me." Willow hadn't felt like adding the curse to it, making it more offensive than she intended it to be. However, she did find it off putting that this girl needed to feel that she was right, but putting other people down, and misinterpreting what was said to her.

[Celyn Corvus]

"Exactly, it is because of the fact that we don't know the intentions of another do we have to assume all angles of any situation. Is it not called naivete to think otherwise?"

[/color] her mind was howling with laughter at this point. Not because of the fact that she may have angered Willow, no she didn't really care much about that, but her mind was laughing because Willow reminded her of all those girls in Ravenclaw she grew up defending herself against. Countless older Ravenclaws who felt justified to mock her for not being as 'intelligent' nor as 'smart' as the rest. Willow could assume whatever, but it was girls like her that turned Celyn to be be the type to make an 'ass' out of herself and frankly she wasn't going to change that.

Waiting for Willow to stomp off and leave or through another tantrum she calmly looked up. "No darling, I don't make an ass out of anyone. You all just do that by yourselves."[/color] her words had a sense of finality, but she couldn't help but say 'all'. She felt like it fit very well to throw Willow -in her own mind- into that group.[/blockquote]

[Willow Wenlock]

For once in her life, Willow found herself truly disliking someone. Willow was not making an ass out of anyone, she was trying to prove to this girl that her question was simple, straight forward, and intended nothing other than the word she had said. "I find it unfortunate, that someone intelligent enough to get into Ravenclaw can so obviously misconstrue the words of someone else, when they are trying to rectify the situation."

Willow slipped her things into her book bag and looked at Celyn, "the point, in case you had entirely missed it, was that you did not need to interpret what I was saying, because I told you what I meant. However, I think perhaps you were trying to alienate me, because you do not truly want anyone to like you. That rather reflects a self-esteem issue that you have, and I would appreciate if in the future you chose not to reflect that personal issue back on me." Willow slung her satchel over her shoulder, "good day." She turned to walk away before the other girl could say something offensive again.