The vest-thing Vickers ended up with during the last HOM class has gone missing. Last he saw of it of course was that it was belatedly been worn by his best bud. Now where it could be right now only Elijah knows.

Not that he could conjure another one like it anyway. He didnt even know how he ended up with that to begin with.

But Vickers was now fully decided that for this homework-- this term project-- this had to be something he would actually wear. So that means shirts or polos. No fancy schmancy next-season couture creations. He would actually like to wear this on a boardwalk, not a catwalk.

He picked up a handful of garbage bags and walked alongside the rows of dummies until he found the one that bore his name. Pulling it out of the line, he pushed it near another corner and lay the garbage bags on a small table. Picking up a bag he began fitting it around the dummy's torso then stepped back. The bag hung loosely all around it. Should he bother trimming and tucking it or something?