Post by Cassandra Blackfire G7 on Apr 3, 2005 0:58:06 GMT
Cass thought hard as she walked back and forth in front of the Room of Requirement. Thinking hard, she paced in front of the door three times, and as always, it appeared. She opened the door, and saw a dress dummy sitting in the middle of the room. She taped a sketch on the wall of a beautiful dress with a train. After placing the sketch on the wall, she laid her large sewing box on the floor and began to drape the white and black dress on the dummy. After straightening it a few times, she stepped back and surveyed her work. It was a gorgeous dress. She had been working on it for weeks. The white sharply contrasted with the black brocade, which she had lovingly stitched on by hand.
She opened up the sewing kit and began to add more black velvet brocade on the white satin. She charmed a pair of scissors to begin work on another bolt of clothe that layed in the bag she had brought with her. It began to work lazily as it began to cut some red clothe. She was actually making herself a new cloak with that color.
She found it oddly comforting working like this. It gave her some sense of control over something. Her life had been slowly going out of control this year. First, with her dad dying, and then her losing all of those points for her house. Oh, and not to mention the mess with Pyro. How could she forget the mess with Pyro?
She finished the sleeve, and began to work on the hem of the dress. After a few moments of work, she heard the door slowly open. Curious as to who would come it when she was obviously busy, she craned her head to look around the dress.
She opened up the sewing kit and began to add more black velvet brocade on the white satin. She charmed a pair of scissors to begin work on another bolt of clothe that layed in the bag she had brought with her. It began to work lazily as it began to cut some red clothe. She was actually making herself a new cloak with that color.
She found it oddly comforting working like this. It gave her some sense of control over something. Her life had been slowly going out of control this year. First, with her dad dying, and then her losing all of those points for her house. Oh, and not to mention the mess with Pyro. How could she forget the mess with Pyro?
She finished the sleeve, and began to work on the hem of the dress. After a few moments of work, she heard the door slowly open. Curious as to who would come it when she was obviously busy, she craned her head to look around the dress.