[The PORTAL switches on to find the bottom half of a face. Lips, chin, neck. As well as a cascade of pale blonde hair falling over each shoulder. The PORTAL shifts this way and that, turning over to face the floor.]
Curious. I don't remember apparating. I haven't even gotten my license yet. [The tone is soft, with an Irish accent, and appears to be speaking to themself. The PORTAL ends up on the table, forgotten as a pale arm reaches overhead, and draws back a
mask.] This is beautiful. Is it mine, I wonder?
[Footfalls fall away from the PORTAL and there's a small, confused 'hmmph'.] I suspect Nargles may be involved.