Alice offered another pearly white grin to Melanie as her friend perfected her shirt design. "It's beautiful, Mel," she observed, eyeing the shirt. If only hers would look as pretty.. Ah. Yes. She needed to get back to that. Her hands were getting tired of practicing the Z-formation, and her mouth hurt. She really needed to get it right this time.

"Reverto." She put the bag back to it's original state, and it turned back from the pasty orange colour to a smooth obsidian. Perfect. The Gryffindor held her wand at a different angle, closer, more direct, the rosewood so close to the bag that it was nearly touching it. "Su-Sums.." DARNIT. She had messed it up again. She pulled her wand back at the last moment, inhaling deeply, and prepared to try it again. "Summus Vestis."

The third year held her breath as the shirt changed it's colour— this time, to a deep reddish orange instead of the pasty colour it was before. It had stripes that slowly faded the shirt to a paler shade.. just as she had imagined it. "Is.. is it okay?" She wondered aloud, stretching her fingers out to touch the material. It felt.. like CLOTH. The shirt was done.

She was finished.