This is a piece from my show at Spyhouse Coffee! Come see it in real life!
i would like it more if it was pink
procrastination today ahah…
"What kind of name even is it - Roxanne?” he asked, looking at her.
"There is nothing wrong with my name," she uttered in a low voice, turning to the boy slowly and giving him a killing glare.
By the age of sixteen, Roxanne Malfoy looked very alike to her father: up-turned nose, small sad mouth and black velvet eyes, which stood out against pale skin. From her mother she got diminutive height and white, like snow, hair, now made in fuzzy artistic confusion on the top of her head. She was wearing a black velvet dress with a puffy skirt that flickered softly, catching the subdued lighting like a scattering of diamond dust, and opened a view at thin, like a dragonfly’s but not very long legs, covered with black, fine-netted tights. As the wedding tradition demands, a showy flower, decorated by black dewdrop, was whitening on the claw hand; on the other hand, there was a big black cuff with metal rivets. Her moves were a bit angular and sharp, like a teenage boy’s, but the looks she gave were direct and fearless, gave away her temper, chastened in Durmstrang’s sub terrenes.
i drew it back in december, but wasnt sure about uploading it.. Mama Lownly, we love you so much <3