Watercolour style Hogwarts crest tattoo in red, yellow, green and blue on the thigh, outlined in fine black linework with paint-like drips.

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Watercolour Hogwarts crest tattoo on thigh

Fine line · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A shield-shaped school crest fills the frame, with an outlined fine-line design split into four quadrants containing animal motifs. Each quadrant is filled with loose red, yellow, green and blue washes that spill beyond the outline and run into drips at the base. The tattoo sits on a skin-toned thigh against a plain, lightly lit background.

Fine line Thigh Crest Shield Animal Watercolour splash Drip

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The crest came in a tin box with the postmark still soft on the lid, and my mother held it at arm's length as if it might bite. Nobody in Porthgarrow had ever been asked to Corran Institute. Fishermen's children went to the harbour school, learned their knots and their sums, and that was the whole of it.

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Inside lay a shield-shaped badge split into four quadrants: a red lion for courage, a yellow badger for patience, a blue eagle for wit, and a green serpent for ambition, though the porter's note said the serpent was only a joke. My father dipped his brush in the jar of bow paint he used on the Mary Ann and said the colours would run in the rain regardless, so we might as well let them. He painted the crest that evening, letting the washes spill over the black outline and trickle down the stone of our front step in long drips.

I left on the dawn train with the wool coat that had a hole in the elbow and a smooth grey stone from the slipway in my pocket. The letter said nothing about stones, so I decided nothing was forbidden. At the gate a woman in grey asked my name, then looked past me at the sea as though she were counting boats.

At the end of my first year I found a sealed envelope in my trunk, addressed in my father's careless hand. Inside was a square of paper with one line: the colours run, so go where they lead you. I folded it around the badge and posted both home. Now the crest hangs above the bow of the Mary Ann, and the drips run down the varnished wood like the first high tide of spring.