It was a little strange to see someone in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch, especially since they weren't flying. This red-headed first year wasn't even looking up at the sky. Instead, they were peering down at the massive sketchbook in front of them with a light frown. Tapping their pencil against their chin, Raphael squinted up at the stands and scribbled something down in the notebook nearby. It was a clear day, with the occasional white fluff of a cloud drifting past the sun and casting even darker shadows.
Legs sprawled out behind them, Raphael was totally engrossed in sketching out the light frames of the different house stands around them. Their fingers were splattered with both dark and multi-colored stains, occasionally streaking against the sketch. However, Raphael honestly didn't care. Despite not being a very good drawer yet, they had been drawing since they were small. It was more of a hobby, so they hadn't even considered going into an artistic career. Yet.
They were eleven! So, it wasn't as much of a surprise to them to be even remotely curious in careers outside of Hogwarts. Sure, there were some areas that they were curious about, but it was all about exploring while trying to get an education. Bent over their massive sketchbook, Raphael's hand was flitting about and sketching in different things. The muggleborn hummed 'Prince Ali' under their breath, a small smile on their soft face.