Ari peered into the mirror, wand tip tracing one of her thick, dark eyebrows over and over, concentrating as it turned red, then blonde, then the silver-grey of age. She wasn't exactly sure what the slightly dusty old room they had commandeered was for: it had windows on every wall, creating an eerie infinite reflection series of her and Alex as they practiced for their next Concealment and Disguise exam. She hoped it wasn't for interrogation or anything like that--it would seem a little...irreverent of them to be putting on wonky disguises in such a place. Running with the idea she'd given herself with the aging, the former Hufflepuff turned the rest of her hair grey too, fiddling with an elastic to put it up a severe bun a la Professor McGonagall. Conjuring a pair of gold-wired, thin round glasses, she perched them on the bridge of her nose and spun to face Alex, pursing her lips.
"Get off of my property, young man," she attempted, before dissolving in a minor fit of giggles, struck by the unconvincing tone. "Ugh, voice transformations are hard though. I'm going to work on the wrinkles instead." She set to tracing crow's feet around her eyes and indentations in her brow. Stepping back a little to look at herself, she frowned, struck for a moment by her own appearance. "Do you think this is what
I'm going to look like when I'm old, or do you think I just look like some random lady?" Her voice, oddly incongruent with her appearance, rang out a little less confidently than it had the moment before. The thing was, it was age built on her own face and bone structure. It looked eerily like she was looking into her own future, and Ari was young enough to not be sure just how she felt about that.
Adding a few discolorations across her face, she turned to look at her robes, turning them a rich purple and conjuring a cane, hunching over in her attempt at an approximation of the right stance. "Hang on, what shoes do old people wear?" Her trainers were probably not their footwear of choice, but now that she thought about it Ari couldn't recall a single instance of looking at McGonagall or Sprout's feet. "...do you think this is too ambitious for the exam? Berwick might be offended." Esther Berwick was one of their instructors, and while she was a good deal more sprightly than the character Ari was attempting to portray, she realized she had copied the glasses almost straight from her.
@Alex Acelyn 
