Jezzabelle finally felt her nervous state of mind grow. She wasn't good with things like this. Something bad always happened. Deciding to stick with a pair of pants she found a pair and focused on them. "Plic Vestimenta," she said with a gentle tap of her wand. She watched as the pants gave a small wiggle and then stopped moving.

Well, things could have been worse. Taking a cleansing breath she tried again, "Plic Vesti-" and she froze. Halfway through the charm she froze but not on her own accord. She didn't even realize she had frozen. It was only a second or two pause and then, "-menta." Tap. She watched as the pair of pants wiggled a little more. Third time the charm right? "Plic Vestimenta," tap. She watched as it finally worked and the pants folded themselves.

One more try. She unfolded the freshly folded pants and took a nice cleansing breath, "Plic Vestimenta." Tap of her wand. She watched as they folded themselves all nice and tight. It was one of those extremely good moments.