"Hermione! Do you have a moment?" Terry Boot took up her hand with an appalling amount of gall, talking at her before she could attempt to decline. "I was wondering if you’d possibly sit for a portrait? I’m a magical painter these days, as you may know, and there is little else in this world that might enchant a viewer as much as your beauty. I’m not sure I can even begin to render it properly, but if you’d just allow me to try—"