Fallon was always a bit stressed over her handwriting. The few lessons she had with the neighbor growing up focused more on spelling than penmanship, leaving her a bit behind as she entered school. Cursive was a nightmare, but her print was at least legible now. Sketching on the other hand was easy, and it allowed her to remember the faces of her suspects more clearly.

"Only reason I did well in herbology was my determination to make it into the auror training program." She chuckled. Fallon never would've taken as many NEWT courses otherwise. "You needed at least an E." She held his hand loosely in her own, content for the soft touch. "Mine is orange, any shade of it."