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The slight blonde girl drummed her feet on the floor of the attic: the sound ricocheted off the walls, the light and airy space up at the top of the Prosper house. The canopy bed was cool. It was seriously cool. The paint swatches looked wild as well.

"Oh, let me see!" she said eagerly, and took the swatches; she flipped through them, sinking down into the splits on the floor, obviously to relax. Wisp was a little weird like that sometimes; she was also wearing three ponytails and a singlet painted like fruit salad. "What do you think about the alice blues? Maybe with some yellow? You could paint one wall a different colour, you know, like an accent wall!"

The wallpaper was pretty bad. It looked like the seventies had chewed up a flower arrangement and then puked it back out on the walls. "Seriously," Wisp said, getting excited. "I've seen some rad floral -- sconces? You know, like wall lights? They're really cool, too. Like it'd be kind of awesome if you did a theme where the walls were blue and yellow and the lamps looked like something -- flowers, or stars, right?"

Maybe flowers; the bed was already leafy. "I wonder if we could make stuff in wood shop. Like stools. Or we could go to the dump and see if we can get stuff there -- I know it sounds super gross but it's ecological."

The blonde girl collapsed flat on her back, looking up at the gracious, high-arched ceiling of the attic. She was so jealous! "I am sooo jealous," she said. "This is basically the best room; I mean, it's all isolated and it's just your space, and you could have your studio up here, and you could even have a TV and things like that -- hey, you could have a microwave or a tea kettle, you could have hot drinks whenever you wanted. I live in a shoebox," she added tragically, "and the walls are really thin and Iree and Jace get really loud sometimes. But I love them anyway." (Just in case Phelly thought she didn't.)

She rolled onto her stomach, still flipping through swatches. "What about pale purple and yellow?"

"Oh -- yeah," she said, with the slight distraction that her 'sisters' were older than Ophelia and therefore weren't all pals. Wisp was used to everyone knowing her sisters: she smiled at Phelly, the little blue star on her cheek crinkling. "Iree's not really my sister, apparently her dad is a huge b*****d, using the b-word, and she lives with us. Jace is my big sister. She's the redhead with the metal legs?"

Good enough descriptor.

"And yeah, I'm thinking pastels, like a pale daffodil yellow," said Wisp thoughtfully. "Decorating is mondo to the max."

And: "Know what you need? One of those big standing mirrors. That's old school."

"Yeah, totally," said Wisp, cheered. "Let's do it to it."

They both left downstairs for the mirror, as the blonde-headed girl pondered nothing more strenuous than periwinkle and pale yellow walls, tripping down behind Ophelia. Ophelia really did make a very pretty teenage girl in her opinion: she liked her short curly brunette hair, and she envied how tall she was. Phelly had long legs and a long back and no boobs, but she could sympathise with that.

It was so difficult doing it normally. Wisp stuck the corner of her tongue out of her mouth, narrowed her blue eyes and obviously concentrated; a thin ribbon of rainbow snaked out from her brooch, wrapping itself around the base of the mirror, tilting it up a little so that it suddenly became much easier to carry -- not entirely not-difficult, as it was still heavy, but it was like there was a third person assisting. "I can't control it very well," she apologised, "or I'd make it carry the whole thing, but I think we'd end up with Ceiling Mirror."

"Upsydaisy," Wisp agreed cheerfully, who had also heard that somewhere and thought it sounded cute. Both girls carefully heaved at the mirror towards the incredibly daunting task of getting it up the ladder; she hadn't really thought about it before, but it was going to be mondo difficult.