"You just have to envision what you want others to see and say "celare!’" Said Theo, standing there in his school robes. Narcissa closed her eyes and if Draco had blinked he would've missed the slight lifting of her upper lip in its corner. Theo’s robes rippled like heat waves on the horizon, changing from black and green to hot pink layers of lace and tulle overflowing from multiple skirts surrounding his legs. 