He was running the tips of his fingers against the cottony dark surface. He still couldnt believe it-- its not plastic anymore, its nice and soft and breathable for the skin. He lifted the sleeves gently and gave it a sliiiiight tug, afraid that they would tear or fall off at the poiints where he stuck them. But so far the sleeves were staying where they are. Awesome!

He stood back and regarded the shirt. Its true that black is a classic color but with the success of transfiguring it to a cotton shirt he had feel embolden to keep pushing the boundaries. What if he tries to put a design in? Maybe add something to the collar?

He stared at the shirt for a moment and tried to visualize the Ravenclaw house crest that hung proudly in their common room. He had always found himself staring at it when he would pause from doing his homework, and its smooth lines have always given him some kind of reprieve. Would it be too much to expect putting that design on a shirt?

He could see it clearly in his mind's eye-- why not give it a try right? And so he lifted his wand and with a Z shaped wandstroke he uttered the spell "Summus Vestis".....