Joshua did not spend much time in the Hufflepuff common room. He often resented the fact that he had been sorted into the house of loyalty and friendship. He did not want to be known for being loyal. He wanted to be known for doing what he loved, though he was not quite sure what that was. On one rare occasion in which he decided to make his way through the common room, he noticed a girl about his age drawing.
Artists had always been interesting to Joshua. He would have loved to spend his younger years clutching a pencil or lost in a song, but that hadn't been an option for him.
"Nobody respects artists," his mother had said on many occasions. "If you want to be taken seriously, you have to be an athlete." So the boy had thrown himself into sports. He worked on getting stronger and getting faster, but he couldn't help but enjoy listening to showtunes. It was a guilty pleasure from a path that should've been.
All of the sports did not even matter now, seeing as being a wizard was enough to bring shame upon his entire family.
Joshua approached the artist with a small smile. "What are you drawing?" he asked.
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