Now this is part 2 of my half complete drawings, the background was done so roughly, I barely spent any time on making anything in the drawing vaguely neat. Plus a several things will be changed, but for now. This will do.
This is the scene in Deathly Hallows when the device comes full circle. Just love.
Panting and gasping Harry slowed down, skirting the Willow's swiping branches, peering through the darkness towards its thick trunk, trying to see the single knot in the bark of the old tree that would paralyse it. Ron and Hermione caught up, Hermione so out of breath she could not speak. 'How- how're we going to get in?' panted Ron. 'I can- see the place- if only we just had- Crookshanks again-' 'Crookshanks?' wheezed Hermione, bent double, clutching her chest. 'Are you a wizard, or what?' 'Oh- right- yeah-'
Note to self: Ron and Hermione don't look out of breath enough, change this!
So today's procrastination brought about this. My procrastination is a drawing of Harry, Ron and Hermione procrastinating... or at least Harry and Ron procrastinating. Hermione doesn't have the skill needed to procrastinate.
How many times can you say procrastination in a sentence...
Quick drawing for a quick coffee break. May go back and finish the background and change a few things after exams. Until then. Enjoy.
I thought it about time I did some book illustrating again, but I've got that thing where I've looked at the picture for too long and now don't like it as much. I've edited it a little since yesterday though, it's a little better. I am hoping to change it more, but I need to continue with the commissions I've got going at the moment. Admittedly I didn't really look at the quote before drawing the picture, drawn from what I remember of the scene, so they'll probably be loads wrong... sorry.
I just love this scene anyway, it's such a sweet scene. Just think of Hermione's face, I don't think I've drawn the expression quite how I imagined it, but it's such a lovely expression it'd be hard to do it justice.
'Blimey, I hope they escaped,' said Ron, leaning back on his pillows. The tea seemed to be doing him good; a little of his colour had returned. 'I didn't get the feeling Reg Cattermole was all that quick-witted, though, the way everyone was talking to me when I was him. God, I hope they made it... if they both end up in Azakaban because of us...' Harry looked over at Hermione and the question he had been about to ask- about whether Mrs Cattermole's lack of a wand would prevent her Apparating alongside her husband- died in his throat. Hermione was watching Ron fret over the fate of the Cattermoles, and there was such tenderness in her expression that Harry felt almost as if he had suprised her in the act of kissing him.
Another one of the drawings I'm not sure when I'll get the chance to colour. I have drawn this scene thousands of times and never been happy with it. I'm not particularly happy with this one either if I'm honest, but it's one of my better attempts. I've always wanted to draw it. It's a brilliant moment in Half-blood Prince but it's been done by others about one million and two times I never saw the point. When I draw a scene I like it to be a fresh idea, and just like I imagined it when I first read it in the book. But that becomes difficult after everyone and their brother has drawn it. Especially considering the quality of some of the drawings, it's hard to compete or even attempt it when someone had drawn it perfectly already. But I did anyway, it's nothing new, the scene has been done before like this, nevermind. It's how I pictured it anyway.
Ron, he saw, was now holding Hermione and stroking her hair while she sobbed into his shoulder, tears dripping from the end of his own long nose.
So today I was sketchin' in lectures, instead of working, like I should have been doing. Basically this is what came out. A little trio piece. Fun. l promised myself l wouldn't doodle in lectures this term, that lasted long... NOT.
So I had a bit of time today to do a little drawing, I somehow managed to finish my Phylogenetic's lab work in double quick time so I decided to get out my sketchpad. Unfortunately, as of late my imagination has taken a temporary leave of absence and left me with complete blank on things to draw, so I made do with taking an old drawing of mine and doing a quick remake.
To be honest though, I really don't like it.
I'm in a bit of a drawing funk. Everything I draw seems to turn out crap.
I blame stress. I'm extremely stressed at the moment, I can tell because my hair is thinning. Which it annoyingly always does when I'm stressed, plus my weight is fluctuating like crazy. Luckily I have very thick hair so it's not that much of a problem.
So after all those wonderful suggestions, my brain started working again. I thank you! Got a few in process, this is just one of them.
The bit when Ron give Hermione his handkerchief, bless him, he's trying his best. He may not usually have tact, but at least he knows he's not perfect. He's a sweetie at heart.
By the way, I once again used what I remembered from the book rather than looking at the quote, I'm trying to stop doing that. Harry is therefore not on a camp-bed. My bad.
'Don't!' squealed Hermione. Startled, Harry looked over just in time to see her burst into tears over her copy of Spellman's Syllabary. 'Oh, no,' said Harry, struggling to get up from the old camp bed. 'Hermione, I wasn't trying to upset-' But with a great creaking of rusty bedsprings Ron bounded off the bed and got there first. One arm around Hermione, he fished in his jeans pocket and withdrew a revolting-looking handkerchief that he had used to clean out the oven earlier. Hastily pulling out his wand, he pointed it at the rag and said, 'Tergeo.' The wand siphoned off most of the grease. Looking rather pleased with himself, Ron handed the slightly smoking handkerchief to Hermione.
I have always absolutely loved this part of the Forth book. Might even be my favourite bit. The Goblet of Fire used to be my favourite book, I haven't read it for ages because one, the binding is falling off/fallen off, and two, the film kind of ruined it for me...
Regardless, this is the scene at the end in the hospital wing when Molly Weasley hugs Harry in a way he's never been hugged before. As if by a mother. Honestly, tears welling, so brilliant.
Now, I am going to edit and colour this because I haven't finished drawing it but I have a little problem. I haven't got the forth book up here in Newcastle, it's at home in Liverpool a good 300 miles away and so far I've drawn this from memory of what happens in the scene. I would however like to know the actual extract I have taken it from to maybe refine the details a little. Can anyone maybe tell me it? Would really appreciate it
"It's not your fault, Harry," Mrs. Weasley whispered.
"I told him to take the cup with me," said Harry. Now the burning feeling was in his throat too. He wished Ron would look away. Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs. Weasley held him to her. His mother's face, his father's voice, the sight of Cedric dead on the ground all started spinning in his head, until he could hardly bare it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him. There was a loud slamming noise and Mrs. Weasley and Harry broke apart.
Thanks to PoireGourmande and SleepyShipper for telling me the quote!!