Ashley fought against the urge to cringe outwardly, not wanting to hurt her companion’s feelings. Instead, she forced on a smile and met Cora’s gaze head-on, determined not to take another glance at the Ravenclaw’s drawing. See, they were in the study hall, practicing their sketching. Cora had recently recruited Ashley to tutor her in a sense so she could gift her mother a portrait on her mother’s birthday. It was going well, Ashley supposed. It was just that Cora tended to make certain features a bit misshaped which led to the whole drawing looking...bizarre. Other than that, she was doing great.