"I'm sure," he agreed, though he was still a bit worried. Anne could be headstrong, and he hoped that wouldn't create a string of terrible first impressions. His sister was a bit like wine; she took a bit of getting used to sometimes.

Hearing Sloane's excitement, Ned sat up a bit straighter and turned so he could have a full view of her demonstration. His smile grew from a small smirk to a face splitting beam when it seemed she had not only mastered changing her hair color, but she had also given herself a rather enviable mustache. "Well done! You learned all that so quickly." He was obviously impressed, and there was no hiding the proud look he gave her.

"Too bad you wish to pursue quidditch. With a talent like yours, you'd make a very good auror. Being able to disguise yourself without a potion or a spell would offer up a level of surprise that most people wouldn't be able to see through."