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gretchen watkins is the spice of life (swashbuckley) wrote in wished,

Reaching up, Gretchen set the bottle on the desk beside Trevor and downed her firewhiskey, placing the glass down. "Some of it is easy," she started, enthusiastically. Pulling out her wand, she twirled it above her head, turning her short red hair into full blonde curls. "The hair's well simple," she narrated, unnecessarily, moving the wand down and changing the colour of her eyes to a clear blue. "I've even got the eyes to stay for a while, but the rest? It's all fiddly and I can't make much of a change."

Tapping a quill on Trevor's desk, she transfigured it into a mirror, then studied herself in it. She concentrated, then, with a few wand movements managed to make her eyes wider and her lips fuller. "Can't get the nose, no matter how hard I try," she lamented, looking up at him. "And it only stays like this for about half an hour."