"You are, really!" Millie insisted.

It did Sisse no good to try denying it, Millie decided. She hid her grin while charming another teacup, and it took all she had not to giggle as wobbled to a halt on its newly-frozen limbs. It was Sisse who thought of the freezing spell, and the young witch was certain her stunning charm would have worked on a sturdier vessel than porcelain. "Besides, the matrons can't very well be capable if they aren't here, now can they?"

Millie knew her argument was sound, even if her older companion disagreed. There weren't many dancing teacups left at all by now, just a pair of dancing wands taking care of the last of them. The wand in the lead was plain enough for anyone to see, surely even for Sisse herself. The young witch brimmed with joy at the feeling of the accomplishment, stepping up to the talented witch with a new subject, before they were stuck dwelling on who was capable until the sun came up.

"I was wondering," Millie began, trying not to make herself sound very patronizing about it. "Calla told me you're also very good at seamstress spells. Do you think you could help me with getting a dress to fit?"

Millie could just as soon go to a High Street tailor, but this would be more fun.

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