Deathly Hallows symbol tattoo in black linework with red, green, yellow and blue watercolour splashes, on the side of the ribs.

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Deathly Hallows with watercolour splashes

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The tattoo shows the Deathly Hallows symbol, a triangle with a circle inside and a vertical line through it, drawn in black linework. Loose splashes of red, green, yellow and blue sit behind and around the symbol, giving a watercolour effect. The design is centred on the skin of the side of the torso, with soft pinkish skin tones around it.

Ribs Deathly hallows Triangle Circle Line Watercolour splash

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Agnes Quill had cooked on the coaster Wrenmouth for eleven winters, and she knew a bad passenger by the way he sat. The grey man who came aboard at Lerwick sat on the coal hatch as if it might rise and bite him. He had a canvas sack, and from it he took three things and laid them on the galley table beside her bread knife.

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The first was a cloak the colour of wet slate, which would make its wearer unseen to anyone who had not yet decided to look. The second was a stone with a hole worn through its middle, which would bring back whoever you had lost, though only as far as the nearest doorway. The third was a plain iron ladle with a bent handle, and he said nothing about it at all. Agnes asked which was the lightest. He said the ladle, and she laughed and took it, because a cook is always going to take the ladle.

That March the Wrenmouth came down on the Pentland Firth in a squall that blew the lamps out and turned the water green, then red where the sun broke through, then a cold blue like the inside of a bottle. Forty men were soaked and shaking in the fo'c'sle. Agnes stood at her stove with the iron ladle and stirred barley and salt pork in the one pot she had left, and every man who came to the hatch got a bowl. The pot never ran dry. The ship came into Scapa with its boats full.

When the stranger came to the galley door afterwards, he looked at the ladle on its hook and then at her, and asked whether she had wanted the cloak. She said she had hung the cloak on the back of the door for the men to dry their socks on. He nodded as if that were the right answer, and went out into the rain.