Re: Face Painting/ Caricatures: Dean and Pandora
Her lips quirked up faintly. She lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. "I doubt I'll mind, so long as you don't poke me in the eye," she said. "I've had worse things in my face than something with soft bristles." And she had, too. Aunt Bellatrix and her uncles hadn't been kind, and some of that stuff was nearer the top of her mind than thr depths she'd pushed it to the last few years.
Pandora took a deep breath and leaned her arms carefully on the table and closed her eyes. Without having a fresh dose of calming draught she doubted she'd trust this Gryffindor to do this while she couldn't see him, but she threw care to the wind at least for the moment. "Just let me know when I can open them again," she told him.