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Dean Thomas (artisgratia) wrote in pandorarpg,

Dean pressed his fingers to his temple, eyes closing again to re-visualise the face of the woman he saw. He nodded. "I saw enough. More than enough." He whipped out his journal and started with some broad strokes first, going in and filling in details after. he closed his eyes off and on, re-picturing the face. He was going to draw as much as he could by memory, but he already knew he'd have to stick his head back into the pensive once more, just to confirm the details.

"Don't put that memory back just yet," he asked Ron. "I'll need to recheck when I'm done, make sure I got it right." After a moment he said quietly, "I'm glad you're all right, Ron. I don't know why she didn't- well. I'm glad she didn't kill you too. I'm just really sorry she killed Penelope." He paused a moment to have another drink of pumpkin juice, swallowing it like it was fuel.

As if he suddenly needed something else to focus on, Dean said, "I've never taken a memory out of my head before. What's it like?" His pencil continued to fly over the paper as he spoke.