Well. Whatever. If her tent came out wrong, she didn't notice.

Alice was a lady, yes, but did not think her gargoyle needed a circus costume and whatnot. People went to circuses for the acts and tricks, not to see what the performers were adorned in, right? Like.. she was fifteen, okay? Never played with dolls to begin with, and now she was dressing up a stone gargoyle in a transfiguration lesson. As a practical. Still, she wasn't incapable of doing it, so she went and fetched a handful of leaves to practice on.

Because she was going to assume she'd mess up a couple of times, because her intent wasn't nearly as present for this one. She was DRESSING UP a gargoyle. No actual drive for this one. Hmph. Bellaire. She was quite frankly glad she'd bitten the lady.

Anyway, though. Vests now, yeah? And.. and buttons. Beetle. Her eyes began glancing around for one of those, too.