"I do, actually," Mandy told her with a smile. "I particularly liked the one on Montague. A quiet ...rebuke... wrapped up in enough ego-stroking to not ruffle any feathers. Very clever."
The food arrived as Kat asked what she did, and Mandy took a sip of her, her eyes slipping closed for a moment in satisfaction as the warm, frothy liquid moved down her throat.
Humming in approval, Mandy looked back at Kat and said, "I'm a portraitist, actually." What she didn't say was that she didn't actually need to work, but that she did it because she loved it. It was tasteless to flaunt one's fortune, as proven by Draco Malfoy.