Dispute

The next day in the morning.

Five different colours of fabric laid on her sewing table and Gladys stood beside the table while feeling its texture. A satisfied smile tugged at her lips and she took her seat behind the sewing wheels so she could get to work.

She took the first thick fine fabric and worked on it, cutting it how she wanted and taking measurements accurately. She took her time in perfecting the first one.

Picking up her wand she casted a spell on the other fabrics to make her work more easier.

Each material moved on their own accord, the measuring tape she had been using worked on its own. It took measurements and the cutter she had been using also did its job, cutting out the measurements accurately.

Gladys smiled and began sewing the first one she had cut out, while working she hummed.

Everything moved round her magically, doing their own work. Suddenly a knock came at her door and she frowned, wondering who it could be.