Over her upper arm, disappearing under her shirtsleeve, he could see branching foliage: on the part of her arm closer to her chest, lush green leaves, intensely detailed in the design, with crinkly edges and a few paler undersides showing here and there. Closer to the outside of her arm, the leaves faded to fuzzy catkins, silver-edged fluffballs clinging to the branches. By her elbow, the leaves and branches resolved into a squat sort of trunk, quickly replaced by spreading and tangled roots, catching all the letters of   mudblood   in their midst.