10-17-2012, 03:00 AM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Mercer Branxton Ravenclaw Seventh Year
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Kurumi wasn't entirely sure why she breathed a sigh of relief, but she did when Vivi spoke. "Me too...and I am hoping that my trash bag doesn't catch on fire this time," she mumbled back while her hand continued to make idle inverted V movements. Pausing for a moment, Kurumi repeated the incantation - making sure to place emphasis on the last parts of each of the words and than her attention was back on Vivi. "A hula skirt? That sounds like it could be complicated. I'm thinking of trying to transfigure something simple with layers...different materials if possible."
Assuming that she didn't melt her bag this time that is.
"Professor Magnus said we could give the spell a go if we were ready," she nodded, eyes back on her mannequin and the trash bag that was loosely hanging off it. Simple. Black. Pants. No zippers. Just...black pants. This SHOULD go fine since it wasn't like the spell was entirely unfamiliar now, right? Fashion wasn't her boggart anymore either - ish. "Summitto Vestis," the Gryffindor said, wand moving again. She held her breath as the trash bag became stiff and less crinkly looking, the material both softening in texture and becoming more firm in appearance. After a few moment she reached out and touched the pair of pants that had been transfigured and wrinkled her nose. "What....material did I just transfigure this into?" she laughed nervously. It was like a really stiff cotton crossed with taffeta. Not something Kurumi would want to slip her legs into. "It feels like it would be terribly uncomfortable..." "That's rather heinous," Vivi agreed, reaching out a hand to brush her fingers across the stiff fabric. Merlin... at least it was fabric, compared to the pseudo-plastic she'd managed in the last class. She was going to do an excellent job visualizing this time and NOT end up with anything weird an unwearable.
And definitely nothing taffeta.
She was ready. Vivi turned her attention back to her own mannequin. The Vivi-quin. With her eyes still half-squinting, she drew a careful inverted V and murmured, "Summitto Vestis." Black pants. Black yoga pants. The plastic drew up and around, wrapping completely around the legs and extending downward. The material seemed to gain depth and texture, and when it stopped moving, Vivi stepped forward to feel how she'd done.
Not taffeta, at least. "They're sort of baggy in the seat and long in the legs, but it's a fair first effort." She didn't want Kurumi to develop the mistaken idea that Vivi's effort was perfect. Just nearly so.
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