The canvas is not a single picture. It is a series of small panels in a grid, like a document with nine clauses, and every clause is worse than the last.

MalfoidHow many?

MioneSeven. And one of them is you with Porter, and one is me with Porter, and one is all three of us and I am going to need a minute to look at that one.

Malfoid sits back down on the stool, which is not what anyone expected, and puts her hands over her face for four seconds, which is the most undignified thing she has done all night.