The first step of the ritual.
Specific patterns were drawn on the skin with a specially prepared magical liquid-mainly above the abdomen, so Brian only needed to take off his shirt.
Targaryen pointed at Brian's chest. "Six in all."
"No, seven." Brian shook his head.
"No, six," Targaryen insisted, handing Brian a mirror.
Although staring intently at his own chest in a mirror in front of a lady was an odd thing to do, Brian did it anyway. He even ran a hand over it, but he could hardly be blamed. The situation was rather complicated-or rather, a little beyond his understanding.
"Why is one missing? When did it disappear?" Brian's eyes widened.
Brian was utterly stunned-the little round birthmarks on his chest, originally arranged in a Seven-Star Alignment, had somehow lost one of their number. Now only six remained!
Wait, there aren't any cases of birthmarks disappearing in either the Muggle World or the wizarding world, are there? So these aren't actually birthmarks? Then what are they? Little dot, after being misunderstood by me for over twenty years and still being willing to stay with me, when exactly did you leave?
Brian wanted to get up from his chair, but that would make Targaryen's brushstrokes crooked and affect the ritual, so he forced himself to stay put.
From Brian's reaction, Targaryen realized there really had been seven little dots. Intrigued, she asked, "There were only six when you took your shirt off, so it probably wasn't today. Is this some special kind of ritual, then? Or is it a little trick you use to catch girls' eyes?"
A strange misunderstanding had arisen-Brian was very curious about exactly what sort of person Targaryen thought he was. Did he look like someone who would put effort into something like that?
"Hmm-to