"No." Mary's heart was pounding. He wasn't going to listen. Not really. He--he wouldn't... "I just... I'll just show you."
Without letting herself give it a thought, she stood up, letting the blanket fall down to the couch. She looked at Harry silently for a moment, her blue eyes going carefully empty before she turned around.
She untied the dayrobe and let it slip down her back. She'd been to shaky to manage stays and hadn't bothered with a chemise, so her back was bare down to her skirt, enough that the top half of the gameboard was visible. A circle made with vicious precision and two x's, cut jagged and colored differently from where they hadn't scarred properly the first time. The lines between were more faded, but the tops of other letters were just below them.