Kestrel Nevermore had always had a steady hand. Her father, when she was nine, informed her that she had the hand of an artist. Kestrel, beaming proudly, told her father that though her hand may be steady, it was that of an artists because she knew when to let her hand move freely. Her dad had smiled and shook his head, but now he told the story of that day with such a fondness Kestrel never failed to beam at him.
At the moment Kestrel's milky colored hand was gracefully flying across the transfer paper, her sapphire eyes watching cautiously as a Hungarian Horntail appeared. The beast was crawling upwards, its horned head raised as flames spewed from its strong jaws. The dragon's tail followed behind it and was slightly curled up at the tip. When Kestrel was finished she held up her work and examined it from all angles, after about ten minutes of analyzing, Kestrel smirked and placed the stencil down and cast a glance at the clock.
The first pureblood wizard was due at noon and Kestrel had been at the shop since eight that morning making sure everything was in order. Her station, the first one to the left, was neatly polished and tidy. Her ink was all lined up, and inch and a half away from each other, her tattoo gun in a sanitary plastic bag right on the ride.
Kestrel rubbed her hands together eagerly as she heard the chime from lobby area and stretched in a cat like manor before heading up to the front of the store. Kestrel was greeted by a muscular man of average height with flaming red hair. Kestrel grinned as she strode up behind the counter and put her elbows on it as the man gazed about the shop in awe. Kestrel rested her chin in her palms and smirked as she asked, "Like what you see?"
The man jumped and took his fingers from the moving wall paint as if it had burned him. His ears turned red as he turned his very freckled face towards Kestrel. The tattooed girl looked at him in an amused manor before taking her right index finger and motioning for him to come see her.
"Charlie Weasley?" Kestrel asked as she walked towards the aisle that lead towards four private working quarters and her office.
"Yeah," The man smiled nervously and he rubbed the back of his head with callused finger tips.
Kestrel, swinging her hips, walked over to the stocky man and extended her milky white arm, "Kestrel Nevermore," Kestrel shook the man's hand, which was engulfed her own, then turned her back and began to walk.
"'Mere! I've got everything set up," she called over her shoulder as she grabbed the door frame and swung herself inside of her station and perched herself on her stool.
Charlie entered and looked about, unsure.
"Take of your shirt, darlin'," Kestrel said as she slipped on a pair of gloves. Charlie cocked a brow and smirked slightly.
"Whatever you say, sweet cheeks," and with that Charlie took off his shirt in one swift movement, exposing a muscular back and a chiseled chest. Kestrel whistled and patted the seat next to her. Charlie wiggled his brows at her as she grabbed a stick of something he was unfamiliar with and squirted it into her hand.
Kestrel stuck her hand on Charlie's back before he could even ask what she was doing. He shivered at the cold temperature of the lotion like substance and Kestrel laughed. "In case you're wondering, this helps the outline. Makes for a much better tattoo."
"Ah, and what exactly is it?" Charlie asked as he picked up the outline of the dragon he was getting tattooed on his back. "This is wicked," he grinned.
"Thanks, and it's actually something I created. It helps disinfect the area, helps with the annoying pricks and, like I said, makes for a much better outline, and therefore, tattoo."
Slipping off her gloves, Kestrel took the stencil from Charlie and placed it on his back where he had specified during his call, via Floo, and made sure that it was on properly before peeling it off and leaving behind a purple outline of the massive Horntail.
The beast's head and neck took over the shoulder blades while the fire the dragon breathed trailed up Charlie's left shoulder. The tail of the creature of the tail went to the red-head's mid back, the wings tips ended just before Charlie's right shoulder. Kestrel liked the placement.
"Go check it out in the mirror," Kestrel said as she slapped Charlie's arm.
He turned his head slightly to smirk at her before heaving himself from the comfy leather chair and walking over to Kestrel's full body mirror to examine his back. His brown eyes flicked over it curiously before he grinned. "My mum is so going to kill me," he looked at Kestrel with an amused glint in his eye, "But it's so worth it. It looks perfect."
Kestrel beamed at his words as she sat him down and picked up her tattoo gun and began to do that tattoo that had to impress everyone.
