Gina ran the tip of her finger idly over the new tattoo, enjoying the feeling of excitement and confidence that it gave her. It had only been a few short months since her first visit to the Parlour, and in that time she had learned to love her ink more and more, even the tattoo that she already had before that first visit that held no more power than the constant reminder that it offered to her of the day that Ben had died.

“I see you have another tattoo Miss Fleischer, which apparently you are unable to leave alone, so perhaps you could come up to the front and regale the class with a rationalisation for this odd taste that you exhibit for self-mutilation?”

Professor Daventry was standing over her, peering at her in a very disapproving manner over the top of his half-moon spectacles. She nodded and rose from her chair, and then walked to the front of the class with her head held high.

She was tempted to invoke the new glyph, but she knew that Connors would never work on her again if she did;

“Well…”