Hermy inked her peacock feather quill with some brown ink, and lightly started to sketch an outline. She had chosen the brown especially for this purpose, and was hoping it would help give the drawing that aged affect. She would age the background carefully later, if the sketch came out alright. It was unusual for Hermy to be unsure how a picture would turn out, but today the main reason was that she was working straight in ink rather than sketching first. It was more of a challenge this way, and she slightly stuck out her tongue as she worked.

When Hermy had half completed a light outline, she noticed a shadow across her page. She glanced up to see her favourite Hufflepuff there. "Finn!" she said, wanting to leap up and hug him, but unable to due to the way her sketchpad and ink were balanced. "What a lovely surprise." She grinned, and her stomach leapt.