I don't see why you can't go on to combine the two skills. Open a nail salon and make your own proprietary magical nail polish blends. [Their usual banter helps him feel a little less flustered. At least until Albus has to be all dramatic and kiss the back of his hand and well, there goes all his effort in trying not to blush again.

At least Albus still isn't looking, flopped onto the bed as he is.

Letting out a nervous sort of giggle, he nudges Albus' side with a foot in a weak imitation of a kick.] Oi, that's Scorpion King to you, Potter.

[The hand that's dried is splayed out on the bedspread and he looks down at it, feeling himself smile wider at the sight. He really does like the way it looks, having his nails painted. And this was a simple thing, just one solid color. He'd have to get something more interesting for next time.]