So, here lie the famed 'Fat' Lady portrait. The British school sure loved calling its historical figures fat, didn't it? Fat Friar, Fat Lady. Before she could get up in arms about the institution of socialized body standards, though, she decided to see for herself this portrait for the historical aspects. The crudely drawn map had sent her up the stairs that Melanie soon learned changed courses while one was climbing up them. Hogwarts, you puzzle us more and more each day. Slightly out of breath and confused, a little, on where exactly the Fat Lady might be, she almost entirely walked by the painting at first.

No...that had to be her, she thought to herself as she backtracked. She wasn't even fat. Healthy looking woman, beautiful. Melanie felt a smirk play across her features. She seemed busy at the moment, brushing her hair. Melanie's eyes moved upward and around the edges of the painting. This was the entrance to the Gryffindor common room? Moxley had told her much about the castle. "Fascinating," she muttered to herself. She would need a password to get in, though she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to go in. Let students have their space.

"If you are up for talking...I'd love to employ conversation with you, ma'am," Melanie said politely.