"She will do it, you know," Irene piped up cheerfully as she picked up her skirt to step over a pile of debris to reach the impaled painting. "I've seen her hex one of you so that your eyes remain permanently crossed. You don't want your gaze to personify your personality, do you?" She added cheekily with a giggle at her own wordplay before bending down to examine the painting.

Brown eyes skirted over the edges as she assessed the damage. Louisa wasn't kidding - though Irene hardly thought she would have - the edges of the paintings were considerably detached from the canvas. It would take some extensive amount of work to see it properly repaired. Irene frowned as she took in the image. It was rather extensive, though quite beautiful; a large group of people gathered together outdoor for a party under the shade in the summer sun. Other than some of them looking rather disheveled from being tossed around in the storm, the painting would be salvageable; it would just take quite a while. "Well, best get on with it, then." She murmured to herself, standing up and taking her wand out to flip the painting over and work on the tear at the back.

"How long have you been here then?" Irene inquired conversationally, summoning more supplies to her and setting to work

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