Family Portrait, pt 1: # 42 Portraits

“We should get our portrait done,” Andromeda suggested one evening over dinner. Ted stared at her in consternation, while Nymphadora shrugged. “It would be nice to have something professional to hang in the sitting room.”

There was no more talk of it until Dora disappeared upstairs to wash dinner off her blouse. Ted pulled Andromeda aside and dropped his voice.

“This will be like the sitting with that photographer you tried to organize last summer,” he warned.

She disagreed. This would be entirely different than that disastrous affair. “Not a bit of it, Ted. Unlike cameras, paintbrushes can be replaced.”