Hermione looked up from the open book of suggestions in front of her to meet the gaze of a man who had more than one tattoo of his own. They covered almost every inch of skin that was visible to Hermione. Dark inky patterns and skulls and flowers and runes that Hermione couldn’t make head nor tail of swirled up and over his toned arms and neck. If he ever wore a shirt the edges of them would still be visible over the collar.