Idris wasn’t the best at casting spells, but then again she did her best not to rub being magical in her sister’s face, even if she said it didn’t bother her. They both knew it did. Her sister wasn’t here today which was better for Idris, leaving her the chance to be able to showcase her abilities – she wasn’t here to catch a husband, of course, but rather show everyone watching the spectacle that women were just as good at things that men were. Hopefully she’d make it to the second or third round.
Deciding on a chair that was easy to bring over rather than something heavy, Idris bit her lower lip in concentration before she carefully cast Diminuendo, the chair shrinking into what Idris believed a good enough size that it might fit into a dollhouse.
Deciding on a chair that was easy to bring over rather than something heavy, Idris bit her lower lip in concentration before she carefully cast Diminuendo, the chair shrinking into what Idris believed a good enough size that it might fit into a dollhouse.
