Hide your mouth, the first thing she’d been taught. Hide your fangs, hide your red as blood lips, your pale as snow skin and your hair shining brighter than lank dead hair ought.
Aorta Meridiana Faust had little intention of hiding. Perhaps a cloak to cover her mouth, perhaps a little muggle product in her hair to make it more lifelike.
But she was truly damned if she was ever going to hide.