New Design (open)

[weaslebee]

Charles walked into the room of requirement, carrying a stack of fabric that he couldn't see over. He dropped the fabric onto a table, then looked around in amazement at what the room had done with itself. There were mannequins, of all shapes and sizes. Big easels with giant pieces of paper so he could design to his little heart's content. There were hundreds of thousands of spools of thread in any color imaginable, hundreds of shiny needles, millions upon millions of pins... Charles emitted a low whistle, then flipped through his sketch book, putting his thick black-rimmed reading glasses on the end of his nose. He set the sketch on an easel before the table, then set to work, creating a set of holiday dress robes.

[weaslebee2]

Emily paced back and forth in the sixth floor corridor, thinking; I need a place to get away from everyone else. The thought went through her head again and again until a door appeared. She placed a burned hand on the door knob and pulled it open. There was somebody already inside. That somebody was her cousin, Charles. "Hey Charlie," said Emily, walking over to the table where he was working. "What are you up to?"

[weaslebee]

Charles jumped when he heard someone talking to him, he looked up, still a bit startled. He had not heard his cousin come in the room. "Oh, hello Emily," said Charles. "I'm making my holiday dress robe dreams into reality!" He checked his stitches, then realized his mannequins weren't tall enough to model his extra-tall women's template... "Hey Ems, do you want to model for me?" Charles asked.

[weaslebee2]

Emily was taken aback. She considered herself to be above those brainless bimbos that modeled skimpy clothes with their tummy-tucked abs and fake boobs. But she could tell that Charles wasn't designing that sort of stuff, and his mannequins were all awfully short to model tall women's clothing. "All right, but if you tell anyone I'll kill you." Emily said.

[weaslebee]

Charles gave a short laugh, he knew his cousin wasn't much of the girlie type and thought fashion to be well beneath her. But she did seem dead serious about killing him if he told. "Don't worry darling, my lips are totally sealed." said Charles, making the word "darling" sound more like "dah-ling."

[weaslebee2]

"That's good, Mum would never let me live it down if she found out. And Dad-" Emily began. At the mention of her father she felt a small ripple of anger pulse through her. They didn't get along at all. "I shudder to think of what he would say." Emily finished, pushing their horrible relationship out of her head.