"Whiskey? Or vodka?" Bellatrix peered in closer to inspect Hermione’s chest and arms, shifting her head and catching the faintest glittering of a sheen as she did. Oil slicks came to mind first; the pearlescent reflection of a rainbow was not dissimilar to the patterning of Hermione’s new skin. Though, for odd reasons she couldn’t quite articulate, it felt or seemed to be less the rainbow and more the