Challenge: passion
Word Count: 100
Another dab, and the tiny, precise brushstrokes became clear. "'Johannes Van Tovenaarthuis me fecit," Severus read aloud. "Well. Unless my analysis of the paint and canvas is off by several hundred years, it seems that Hogwarts has the lost original of one of the Wizarding World's few masterpieces."
"Good heavens." Minerva reverently touched the ancient paint, her fingertips brushing over the torturers' wands. "How did it end up here?"
Severus shrugged. "I thought you said it was acquired when Dippet was Headmaster. Perhaps a Jewish family sent it here for safekeeping during the war."
"I'll look into it," said Minerva.