Susan Amelia Bones (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} susanamybones) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"That'd be great, ta," Susan said with a big grin. "Trust Jess to come through with an actual plausible excuse," she said, pretending to wipe tears from her eyes. "I'll wager it was for a lab report and possibly also a boy and/or girl shaped person eh?" She stuck her tongue out at Dean, then schooled her expression back to something more acceptable.
"I should definitely hope so," she said with a quirked eyebrow. "If being an artist was as violent as being an Auror then I think I would give up on the world and go and live on Mars." She knew he wasn't being judgemental, but just for a moment she felt a pang of sadness at the fact that her chosen profession so often required her to be violent in her actions.
Susan looked at the elephants, then back to Dean, then back to the elephants. "Well, you can't say they're not interesting?"
She smiled at Maddy, giving her a quick little wave, before moving on and looking at Dean's father. The man certainly did have quite a bit of Dean in him - or rather, Dean had quite of lot of the man in him, Susan supposed - but there was enough difference that Susan didn't think there would be any undue attention. "He looks very dashing, and quite a bit like you," she said finally, after looking at the painting for several moments."