The Third Pair - Hannah and Marietta
Catching the faintest hint of a smile, Marietta felt a tiny bit less terrified...but only a tiny bit. She practiced raising and dropping her chin a couple of times, murmuring, "At the Ministry...not at the Ministry..." to herself as she changed positions. Satisfied she could handle the chin situation, she turned to eye Hannah's version of her.
"Shoulders back a bit," she coached, also managing a smile. She always led with her chest; it was one of the few good pieces of advice her mother had ever given her. "Other than that...you're...good." She nodded slightly. "Good."