Dorcas narrowed her eyes and studied them. They studied her right back. After the salon, they had stopped by her and Marlene’s flat so she could get dressed to go out. She was in a pastel lavender pantsuit that was tailored exquisitely to her body. The protein treatment and blowout that she got at the salon left her hair voluminous and shimmery. She had siren eye makeup and a deep purple lip. Sirius couldn’t help thinking that they needed to ask her what kind of lipstick she had on, because they hadn’t seen her have to do a touchup yet, even with how aggressively she was eating her fish. Her face gradually fell into one of shock as she observed Sirius. 