She now has an overlayer of black robes with a matching black hat, and a slim sliver of wood has appeared in her hand. It hasn't replaced her existing wand; she has two now.

She removes her hat to check how big it is.

It is very much a witch hat. The brim is almost as wide as her palm, and it's pointy, and it will probably be a headache with doorways. 

Eeeee.

She enjoys wearing them all the way on the walk to the front, where she removes and folds them.

"Hawthorne alterations, please."

The witch picks up the garment and hat and concentrates over them for a long moment. 

The garments lighten and tighten, becoming less of a floppy robe and more something you can move and run in; silver edging appears on the hem and shoulders, buttons appear down the front, and deep pockets appear along the inside. The hat gets a silver cluster of hawthorne berries and a hatband around the base; the robes have a matching hawthorne cluster at the lapel.

The witch extends a hand. "Seventy-five kisses, please."

She is mildly amused that witchdom has regressed to this instead of having some kind of ethereal global payment processor — but now that she thinks about it in any detail, she can see a glimpse of how utterly tremendous the engineering problem would be. The coins are blessedly lightweight.

It takes her a minute to count them out by feel. They come in different metallic hues and denominations, but she has to feel out what each represents.

Then she'll wait outside for Isabel.

The pouch is predominantly small silver coins marked with a 25; there are some copper coins as well, but they're worth less.

Lily shows up looking a little pale, but with the book she wanted in one hand.

"I got the book, and it looks like you've got clothes. Is it my turn, then?"

"Isabel," she beams, the faint unraveling of her mana steadying to a mere tremble.

"Yes. The things we're altering are soulwrit clothes — passed down? woven? something — by an ancestral magic, not just any random outfit. Ten minutes to summon. I saw blood and apples next door, do you want me to get you any?"

"They said alternative food is covered by the Academy, so there's no need to buy any right now. Blood would probably go bad if I stored it... But an apple might be worth it. Let me summon my clothes first and then we'll see."

She moves off to the edge of the market, sits down, and focusses inwards -

And abruptly she's wearing a plain black robe and a witch hat and has a wand in her hand.

"- That was in no way ten minutes! What?"

She steps over.

"—huh, how'd you do that?"

She crouches down and rubs the brim of Isabel's hat, as though trying to remove specks of dust that are obviously not there.

"It just came when I wanted. I feel like I can do more things, too - I don't know what they are, and I'm a little afraid to experiment, but the wand at least has something to it." 

She puts one hand in her pocket to think, and - there ought to be body there - but her hand doesn't feel anything - 

Experimentally, she puts in her book. It vanishes completely, not leaving any impression or weight in the garment. 

"My pockets go... somewhere. Wherever I got the stuff from in the first place, I think?"

"Your hand-me-downs have pockets! Does grandma just like you more? I'll be bringing this up next Thanksgiving."

She lifts one stiff arm to point to the clothing store.

"Alterations. Do you want me to get you an apple right now or no?"

Lily grins. "No clue, but it's sure convenient. And yeah, get me an apple, it'll probably keep for long enough that I can just stick it in a pocket for later."

She goes over to the tailorwitch. "Do I need to take these off for you to do alterations on them?"

"Not at all. Hold still, please."

And she performs the same alterations for Lily as she did for Marianne.

"Seventy-five Kisses, please."

Lily reaches into her pockets, finds the bag of Kisses, and counts out three small silver coins into the witch's hand. "There you go."

"Pleasure doing business with you."

Lily puts her coin pouch and her wand away, and looks around for Marianne.

There is a tap on Isabel's shoulder from a girl that gallantly resisted shouting 'think fast!' and lobbing a fruit at her.

In her other hand sits a gorgeous apple, abnormally large and vibrant.

Lily grins.

"Thanks!" She grabs the apple and stuffs it in her pocket.

"Alright, so, we should go do orientation now probably?"

"Yes! I'm no good at navigation, please do it for me."

Lily smiles softly. "As you wish, my knight."

She goes out into the crowd and retraces her steps back to the Academy. When she gets there, she turns right and heads towards the Students' Tower.

Witchflame crackles overhead, and stained-glass windows pass. Eventually she reaches a sign. 

Border of the Students' Tower Dominion

Time accelerated 50% past this point.

Beyond that there is another desk, with an identical doll to the previous one, and an incongrously modern bank of elevators.