In the attic of that large estate, a white lion was harumphing at a pile of pillows and blankets located in the center of the room. He paced back and forth, his voice exceeding any kind of tone that should be spoken inside. At this point it was almost 7 a.m. and Nehgross be damned is she was emerging that early.
"Get up, Evanne."
"No."She just buries herself lower into the blankets atop her large bed.
"GET UP now. You need to practice this Evvy. And if you don't pull your narrow behind out of that bed I will pull you out of there MYSELF.
Evanne merely ignored him until a massive weight plunged itself under the covers, shaking the floor, and pulled her out forcefully. She gave a small yelp as she hit the floor without much grace and glared daggers at the lion now lying on her bed. He looked down awful pleased with himself. He crossed one paw over the other and quirked a barely existent brow.
"Begin"
Evanne grumbled nonsensically and stood, wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts and tank top. Her wavy hair looked slightly more "lived in" than she would normally prefer.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Suddenly, her eyes were colored black, and her body went rigid. She had no idea why it took so much energy for her to accomplish it, but it was evident how out of control she was. Her breathing began to quicken as it started from the tattoos at her fingertips and toes. The cold metal slid over her skin and began to travel up her limbs.
"Calm yourself dear."
Evanne fell to her knees as the the tattoos of her body almost reached out and poured metal all over her abdomen and chest. Once her torso was completely covered, the metal slowly inched it's way up her neck, her breathing became erratic as it slid over her cheeks. It wasn't painful, but the feeling of being completely encased was a feeling she could never accurately describe. Finally, the metal ceased to grow as it covered her eyes. The mirrored surface reflected everything in sight, including Nehgross' smirk.
"Very Good my dear, very good indeed."
Evanne breathed deep as the air rushed into her lungs,and stood. Her skin felt tingly, as if it were asleep. But the only thing that was on her mind now was hunger. Usually she would wait until the metal had slid back into her skin from whence it came, but she was feeling uncharacteristically famished,considering she constantly ate. She opened her door and Nehgross soon followed. As she made her way down the stair, the metal on her feet made clinking noises on the wood. Soon enough she was in the kitchen in all of her metallic glory, already smelling the teas and fruits that made her mouth water, but this morning she, like her companion, was a carnivore. She glanced at the surrounding dining room and wondered where the other inhabitants were, especially her sister, before entering the kitchen, the dragon eating some salami at the entrance. She inclined her head slightly and walked past him. Since she can feel nothing past the metal, she may or may not have bumped his arm, so she gave a small "Excuse me." anyway.
As she entered the large glass paneled kitchen, she went straight to the meat locker and grabbed Nehgross a fresh steak. He quickly devoured it after she tossed it his way and grabbed some bacon for herself. She stepped up to the stove and turned it on, greasing her pan. As the sun light shone through the large glass panels, the metal began to slide to its proper place within her tattoos. By the time it had completely dissipated, she was sitting at the small breakfast table enjoying her bacon and chocolate milk.