SLEEP TIGHT BABE | private

[dannychan]

he hummed, looking at his robes and taping his wand against it, mouthing something. suddenly they were a bright red, along with the little bow thing he wore. he ran a hand through his hair, letting his hair return to its natural red, the ribbon that held it up falling to the floor. he felt his teeth start to shift and sharpen, and he would hum, clacking them together. "interesting, really. it's obviously victorian. you can tell by how the paint has faded." he said, his tin having changed completely. he had was wand pointed to the painting, right next to the males face.