twinsies commented on blueridgemod's post in blueridgeschool:

"It's my pleasure" she said, wringing his shirt in her hands. "I mean, not my pleasure! I'm happy to help" she stammered, holding his shirt up and inspecting it, peeking at him from behind it curiously.

She was a dab hand at repairing rips and tears and was forever mending her cheer uniform. She pushed the pile of stuffed toys off of her bed and settled down, small thread looping out of her wand and making perfect, tiny stitches.