Now that the blouse was done, Sarah put the waist coat over it. It was nice. Well okay. She cocked her head this way and that... she hoped the teacher would like it. She fiddled nervously with the outfits, adjusted the collar. She REALLY hoped the teacher would like it. She had worked hard after all... and she had practices quite a lot after all she had made a top for the topless guy made t shirts for the lions in the pep rally. Was this to show that she was a real lion. Apparently lions had a natural gift for Transfiguration.

She hoped nothing would go wrong. Hopefully Peeves would not come and mess up all their creations. That would be horrid. She also hoped that NO ONE would cast reverto on her outift, either by mistake or on purpose. She felt the dreamlike softness of the snowy white blouse, the smoothness of the pearls and the courseness of the waistcoat (she had made the interior of the waist coat soft, and left the tartan fabric course in the end). This was perfect.

She took one last look at her creation, gathered her things and headed to the door. This was awesome