Louisa was touching the frame that she'd designed so far. It was a bit of a woody frame surrounded by ornamental stems of flowers and plants. The ornaments were pale, though. "Well, we should give you some color." She hesitantly pointed her wand at the ornaments and murmured, "Statua Habitum," tracing over all the spots where Louisa wanted to change color.

The color white started to deepen, turning to a yellowish orange shade. When her wand moved on to another edge, the vision of the colored ornaments in Louisa's head changed and the colors started to blossom there according to her imagination, bluish yellow. On to another edge of the frame, the colors changed once again paralleling the girl's demands.

Eventually, the frame looked like she had wanted. And there was one person in her head to give it to. Someone who'd appreciate it and her transfiguration skill.