Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[wasthecuteone]

Petra had fully intended to go along with this whole song and dance for a day or whatever, buck up, wear the uniform, in the name of just getting it over with.

That was, until she saw the uniform in question. Some things were not meant to be borne. More plaid than a lumberjack convention, ugly boxy cuts, and none of it in breathable fabrics1?

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[ihavediabetes]

Stacey was really just looking for someone to complain with, so she'd gone on a hunt for people. Looked like she'd come to the right place.

"You really don't like the uniform," she noted.

[wasthecuteone]

Petra sort of laughed, looking around at her fabric pile. "I'm going to put it back together?" she said. "In a way so it actually fits? But no. In general I think it sucks."

[ihavediabetes]

"And here I was just going to roll the skirt up," Stacey said, taking a seat. "You can really remake that monstrosity?"

[wasthecuteone]

"Well, I've never tackled reconstructing a blazer before, but I'm pretty sure I can do it," Petra said, casting a critical eye over her work so far. "The skirt's pretty easy, even with the pleats to deal with. I'm just going to take it in and shorten it." She looked down at the pants in her lap and said, "These...I don't know how I can salvage these."