Nobody's Perfect.

Cecilia sat in the entrance hall. she had a pad of paper in her lap as she sat toward the bottom of the stairs that lead up to the rest of the castle. she was trying to draw, but she couldn't even trace her own hand and have it look good. she was slowly getting frustrated. why couldn't she be as good an artist as her brother? wasn't she good enough to draw like that? the broke the muggle pencil she had been using in half and throw it across the hall. "You stupid drawing.." she muttered to her self as she sat there. for that day Cecilia had pulled her hair into a pony tail and wore skinny jeans and a deep blue flowy shirt. she also wore a pair of blue converse shoes. she crumpled up the paper and throw it away just as she had the pincle. though she had just as many worse ones.