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The Professor flicked her wand again at the trunks and they each opened up revealing the very things they had listed. "You are going to dress up as one of these stereotypical Fortune tellers in order to partake in the next part of the lesson." Each of the trunks had something different in it: The first had flowy skirts and poofy pants for the boys, the second had tunics and other feathery and beaded shirts, the third had turbans and shawls, and the fourth had jewelry (bangles, necklaces, charms, and rings).
"Now come on up here and get dressed over your clothes now please." She didn't need children getting undressed in her classroom. "You may remove your outer robes though and leave them at your desk. Once you are dressed please follow me out to the Grounds." Professor Elwood grinned excitedly, she couldn't wait for this next part.
Ariana grinned, this was shaping up to be a pretty fun lesson so far! She stood up and walked over to the trunks, tripping over her own feet only once (a new record!) and even then not falling, just stumbling slightly. She grabbed the first skirt she saw, then discarded it, since it was an ugly puce colour. After examining several others, she chose a long, flowing skirt with rows of tiny gold bells that jingled when moved. Perfect!
Continuing with the bell theme, she searched until she found a pumpkin-orange blouse with an embroidered bell on the front and more jingle bells on the sleeve hems. As Ariana ran her hand over the smooth satin stitches, she decided to take up embroidery. It seemed like fun. She quickly slipped out of her robes and put the shirt and skirt over her clothes- a little awkward-feeling, but she could understand not being able to undress in a classroom, of course. Especially one filled with boys. Shudder.
And now, for the accessorizing! Ariana quickly picked out a set of ten or so necklaces, bracelets, rings, and clip-on earrings. Weighed down by these, she finally took a shawl and flounced out of the room after the professor, feeling (and acting) ridiculous.