Melanie, with her tongue between her teeth, replicated one of his other buttons using her wand, then carefully sewed it in place with magic. Thank you, momma, she thought to herself. Her mom had many times stated that people should know how to sew. Not just women, no, her momma had taught both her Duncan the basics. What if you’re in a big meeting, Melanie, and you lose a button on ya’ blouse? Whatcha’ gonna’ do then?. Fair point, Mrs. Williams. Melanie smiled as she gave it a pat and a nod. “There. Not so slovenly now, are you? You’re one of their champions. You should be representative of the school perfectly.” Which, maybe slovenly was the correct representation. Melanie smirked at the thought.

She shook her head. “Don’t let me in. That’s y’all’s space. I have no business in there.” She didn’t even go in the girls’ dorms back at Ilvermorny. Any trouble making could be handled by the house heads, and even then, Melanie could get a message across without ever having to enter a room. It was a talent. “Oh, she sings? I’ve heard,” Melanie chuckled. “But that is a very clever way of ensuring no one sneaks in.” She wondered how well it worked, though. Or if the Lady took bribes. How does one bribe a portrait, anyway?

Speaking of her dulect tones, the woman finally acknowledged their presence. Melanie’s eyes widened. She was a very loud woman! “Mr. Kenning was just leaving the dormitory, madam,” Melanie said pleasantly enough. “I’ve actually come to - “ But it was much too late. Melanie’s ears had to endure the ever unpleasant sound of the singing. It was no joke! Melanie kept her face blank and smiled when addressed once more. “Actually, it sounded wonderful. Don’t you think, Mr. Hogwarts Champion?” she asked, her eyes commanding him to play along. “I’d love if you’d chat with me some more. Your hair is beautiful...and your eyes, oh, you have the most glorious eyes I have ever seen.” Melanie leaned against the stone wall next to the portrait, batting her eyelashes. She was used to flirting with women. It was easy, and this one was easier. She seemed vain. Melanie could handle vain women.