Professor Magnus turned to the first year and after a somewhat quizzical look, approved of her style choice. Eliza's eyes popped open wider, bright and shiny at the approval, and then at the teacher's gentle pat on her shoulder. Her mind froze for a moment when her hand came out towards her, but eased when she saw it was only for a pat. She just now realized she hadn't had much physical contact with anyone since she arrived at Hogwarts. She began to miss her mother terribly and wanted nothing more than a big warm hug from her, but it would have to wait.
She smiled and said, "Thank you Professor!" and bounded off towards her mannequin to begin her attempt, probably more like attempts, at making leggings. But now she was faced with an even bigger question. What color would they be? |