Words for Wednesday - 7. November -- Unicorn Farm 6

This week's prompts are provided by Elephant's Child. 

enclosing
purpose
care
patch
jamming
shame

And/or

bent
organic
mangle
textbook
gravity
excuse

Once again I wrote a small chapter from my autobiography and once again I took up the additional challenge of using the prompts in the order they were given. We're now at an earlier time than in the last episode, it's the second summer at Unicorn Farm, holidays are coming to an end.

The summer holidays were drawing to an end, and Susan had a hard time seeing her needle and thread. It was semi-dark in the small attic room at The Unicorn farm and the enclosing walls seemed to press down on Susan as she sat stitching, the tears in her eyes did not help any. Holidays had come to an end, it was time to leave the Unicorn Farm and her friends there. To what purpose was all the care of their cloaks and capes, Susan thought as she sewed yet another patch on Heidi's worn, green cloak. Jamming all their cloaks, capes and other dressing items into the suitcase, she hung her head in shame over her heavy thoughts. Heidi and her family had bent every rule in the book to make them all stay at Unicorn Farm this summer. And now Heidi and the twins were even going to visit her shortly.
She chuckled. Her mother thought The Unicorn Farm was a place for teaching bookworms like herself about nature and growing organic vegetables and fruits. If she ever found out that it was a school for magic, real magic, not the rabbits from a hat variety ...
Susan almost mangled her fingers closing the suitcase, it was full to the brim and over. "Oh bugger," she thought. "My textbooks." They were still down at the dining table, where she'd been studying before sneaking up to repair and pack their clothes. Gravity be damned, this was an emergency and the perfect excuse for her to try out the new levitating spell. "Bækur, lyfta" Susan said with determination, swishing her wand just so and fixing the textbooks in her mind. The books obeyed the magic of Susan's mind and wand and came dancing through the air. Surprised over how easy it was, Susan lost her concentration, and the books cascaded to the floor with a big noise. "Bugger and more bugger!" Susan said under her breath. She listened for a while, but nothing happened. Not a sound.
Susan pulled everything out from the suitcase once again, folded the green cloaks, the purple capes, all the green, blue, and yellow tunics, and their striped skirts and trousers in nice small mounds before carefully placing everything inside the suitcase with the books. Now there was even room to spare, and Susan tucked some of the pies and bottles of ginger ale into the corners. She had left them on a shelf as the suitcase had filled up too fast the first time, but Granny had been right, folding the clothes made for more space. Heidi and the twins would come by train, so Susan would have to bring home all the gear , they were going to need during their autumnal visit in her own suitcase.
She was ready to leave for home now.