She shoots colors all around, like a sunset going down
Molly Carpenter wanders through the carnival at Xanadu, more curious than concerned. She wouldn't be entirely surprised to see someone she knew, but hasn't run into them so far.
As for herself, she looks of a piece with the carnival, her hair the color of various flavors of cotton candy, lights reflecting on the multiple hoops in her ears. She's considering trying for a stuffed animal, as long as she's here; making virtue of necessity would make her mother proud, and taking everything like a joke would (to a point) please Harry, so it was the best of both worlds. And she's got a good arm.
Really, though, she'd just enjoy having someone to talk to.
As for herself, she looks of a piece with the carnival, her hair the color of various flavors of cotton candy, lights reflecting on the multiple hoops in her ears. She's considering trying for a stuffed animal, as long as she's here; making virtue of necessity would make her mother proud, and taking everything like a joke would (to a point) please Harry, so it was the best of both worlds. And she's got a good arm.
Really, though, she'd just enjoy having someone to talk to.