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Lislchen 
Olly was still scrutinizing the portrait as if she was trying to figure out a very difficult Arithmancy problem. Yes, this was some serious business. She nodded along with Lex when she suggested a few other alterations. "Yes. Definitely." Whenever 'back then' was. She couldn't really figure out how old the portrait was but it did look old. Or at least it looked like it was from around the time when fluffy beards were THE THING. The fact that the man didn't have one was probably the reason the woman from the other portrait was laughing at him. Because he suuuuucked.
His shirt?
Tilting her head to the side a little like she was looking at a very exquisit artwork, Olly pursed her lips. "Pink. I vote for pink." She finally replied with another few serious nods, her eyes briefly flicking over to Lex to make sure she understood. Which was why she was able to watch her summon the markers from her Common Room. Just like that. Olly was quite jealous that she could just manage that so easily. Now they had markers. And quite an assortment too. Perfect. Maybe they should silence the man in the portrait though.
Olly reached for one of the markers in Lex' hands and held it up to the man's face. Right. Let's go then.
So far there was an idea for a beard and the brows would be fixed. Okay. Good enough. She tried thinking of anything else but then she remembered the time she coloured Oakey's face and stole his badge. Back then she'd just gone along with whatever worked, this time would be no different. That being the case they could get started.
Pink?
Such a horrid colour...but then...she wasn't trying to make the portrait look
nice so...
"Pink will work. He'll simply love the colour." Now the next question was whether or not she actually possessed a marker in that colour. Collecting pink things wasn't exactly a hobby of hers. Lex looked through the box of markers.
"Her we go, just the right shade of pink." Though really, there was no such thing. All shades of pink sucked.
Olly had already gotten her marker to the man's face, for now she would take his jacket. Alexa began drawing patterns, just your average scribble here and there, nothing extravagant for the old suit. Eventually she'd colour the patterns in to make it one solid colour.
"This is quite the relaxing art." She commented, casually ignoring the portrait being taken as a blank canvas. This was good stuff.