The drawings (open)

Koehl strode into the courtyard, breathing in the crisp air. It was so close to being winter, and she couldn't wait to tromp through the snow to Herbology. Koehl walked over to an empty bench and took out a sketch book from her bag. She flipped through half finished drawings, stopping on one of the fountain. She got her pencil, and began to draw. The scratching against the paper was comforting to the Hufflepuff.