"Oh, silly," Victoire managed to chuckle through the madness that was her state of being and the dormitory, with girly things and frills abound, "That's why it's called magic, of course." She picked her long wand from her four-poster bed and aimed it at her box of powders and creams. "SpeMagnifica!" She spoke, flicking her wrist. At that instant, the make-up seemed to come to life. The foundation and a brush began to approach rose slowly, the lid of the foundation unscrewing itself. "Just stand still. It won't hurt one bit, trust me." And with that, Victoire set her wand down and began looking for the perfect shoes, being that she had already found the right dress.