Janus Galloglass
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~open~ Now that she was starting her second year as a professional Quidditch athlete, Autumn was starting to get recognized a lot as well as followed around by the occasional paparazzi. She usually didn't mind the attention, in fact she often loved it, unless she was otherwise preoccupied, like today. Today she had very specific, purposeful plans. Her mother's birthday was coming up and it was a very big milestone. Autumn couldn't imagine turning fifty herself, but half a century was meant to be celebrated and her father was planning a big celebration. And that meant Autumn wanted to buy her mother a few lavish gifts. She had already been to the boutique on hexagon alley and was carrying a couple bags of designer clothes, for her mother and for herself, as she walked into Janus Galloglass. The 19 year old didn't have anything specific in mind, but the thought of an ornate, magical mirror sounded interesting. It was something unique for sure. As she slowly walked through the aisles, glancing here and there at the mirrors hung on the walls, a voice made her pause. "What a beautiful woman!" Oh? Autumn turned to see who was commenting on her appearance, but saw no one. No one, but her own reflection in an exquisitely framed large portrait mirror. "You are stunning! And so smart too. Beauty and brains, what a winning combination!" Oh, it was the mirror! Autumn grinned widely at her reflection, then laughed in delight. "Well, thank you!" Would her mother like this as a gift? She couldn't think why anyone wouldn't want a mirror that freely gave out compliments. An instant mood lifter. |
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He knew where the mirror shop was, but once inside he did not know where to start. He heard voices, though, so he walked towards those, hoping to find a shopkeeper to help him. What he found instead was an oddly familiar-looking young woman. He frowned. Now...how did she know her? Not from school, she looked a bit too young for that. Quidditch? That was really his only other good guess. "Excuse me," he said, looking between the woman herself and her reflection. "You look very familiar...do I know you?" |
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But truly, a fifty year old woman probably needed it more than she did. Not that her mother wasn't beautiful - she was gorgeous - where else did Autumn get her own good looks? And she was an amazing Quidditch player in her own day. But Autumn figured that once a woman reached a certain age, she could use a little extra praise and confidence. She was a little preoccupied with these thoughts as well as the compliments she was still getting from the mirror that she didn't immediately notice the other reflection in the mirror from behind her. Not until he spoke. Autumn lifted her eyes from her own reflection to look at the man's reflection, giving him a pleasant smile. She was used to being recognized. "Oh, I'm sure I do look familiar," she said knowingly but pleasantly. "Since signing with the Cannons last year, I have been in several magazines." So he was likely a passing Quidditch fan, though not much of a fan of the Cannons if he couldn't make a definitive identification. Although... he did look somewhat familiar himself, she noted, as she continued to gaze at his reflection. She turned around to face him with an inquisitive looking, keeping her smile. "Autumn Low. Do you follow Quidditch... or do you play?" To be fair, she knew many professional Quidditch players, but she couldn't be expected to know all of them. |
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He smiled pleasantly as he wondered if he had actually seen her in any of said magazines. That would explain why he apparently recognized her, and she didn't. He hadn't been in many magazines, and not in the last year. "Lee Andrews-Svensson," he said, realizing he probably needed to introduce himself if she was ever going to remember who he was, now or later. "Pride of Portree. We must have played against each other, I guess." |
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"Oh right, I knew you looked familiar," she said, keeping her pleasant smile. The name was even more so as she tried to learn the strategies of her opponents, or at least become familiar with them before she played opposite them. It was a strategy her mother had taught her from a young age. And given that Lee was also a chaser, she had been such a target of her and her chaser trio at one point. "Of course we did. Unless your reserve played for you during our match this past season." And that she did not recall, but as she had only been with the Cannons for one year, there had been only one game with the opportunity to have played each other. |
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In theory. "No, I don't think my reserve played," he said simply. "I'm a pretty healthy guy." Unless it had been the week he'd visited his sister in Italy, but he doubted it. "Though perhaps your reserve played for you," he joked, half smiling. "Did you do something special to be in those magazines, or was it a profile of new players?" he asked. He couldn't remember. |
Kath and Anna! There was a lot to have to think about in terms of necessities for beginning education at Hogwarts. Thankfully the school did send out the helpful lists with what each Professor would be requiring for curriculum purposes, and what were just the general necessities of classes anyways like cauldrons and robes and the like. But what they didn't list was the things that were needed personally. There was no list of toiletries, there was no list of what she'd need to make SURE she had plenty of on hand for her cello, there was no list of what would be needed in order to remain in communication with the world beyond the Hogwarts gates. And all of those non-listed items were what left Tamara Bowen the most scared for her upcoming year. She'd tried to make her own list, and as if she were a tiny strawberry blond Santa Claus she had double and triple checked the list to make sure she didn't forget anything. She'd even had her parents check the list, and her older sister and older cousins and anyone she could think of who could tell her what was IMPORTANT that she was forgetting to think about. But with even all that double checking having been done, Tam was still only feeling half prepared at best. She was hoping though she'd feel much better once she'd actually made some of the purchases, however. And the most important feeling on the least was a two way mirror so she could communicate with home. She wasn't really sure how one went about picking out a mirror though, so she'd brought Anna along in hopes her sister would be able to steer her in the right direction. Anna was older so she was definitely more knowledgeable in all of these areas. Pushing through the door way, the young girl gave a tiny "MEEP" as she glanced around at all of the mirrors. She knew they were just reflections and charms but... the different versions of herself staring back at her was disconcerting at best, even if it WAS nice that one mirror called out to compliment her braided pigtails and yellow dress she'd chosen for the day. She was regretting being the first one to walk through, so before moving on any further she stepped to the side to give Anna room to enter. "Annoushka? Why are there SO many different types of mirrors?" She turned to address her sister, brown eyes widened with curiosity but still a hint of the fright to them too. The nickname gave her some comfort to still use, as did the presence. All of her favorite composers were German, so she often slipped German verbiage here and there into her every day sentences - including the nicknames for her family at times. |
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It was going to be great! Even better if they ended up in the same house but if they didn't that was okay too. Know what else was great? This shop. Anna had only been in here once before and only had a little time to test out the mirrors...so with her little (half) sister here they could surely cover more ground. Maybe even test them all! "Becaaaaaaaaaaause," she whispered while looping her arm through the young girl's and tugging her gently along with out as she strode more confidently into the shop. "Mirrors are a sacred mystical artifact, half the world you and I exist in and half of another. There are mirrors that reflect the truth of the soul and your deepest desires... Did you know there is a mirror at Hogwarts that doesn't show your reflection? Instead it is like...this grand ballroom and I am working on how to step through it so I can enter and explore that reality too. I BET there is a mirror like that here too and we are going to find it!" |
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And she couldn't really just go by family sorting either, considering there was a bit of her extended everywhere. She probably would have continued to spiral within her own thoughts but the timidness from all of their reflections staring back at her was enough to break her from doing so. And it was only Anna's arm through her own that got the girl to take more steps into the shop, eyes glancing back and forth between each of the different ones. "Do you think that have any just... normal, mundane mirrors here too? The type that don't tell you compliments about your appearance or change the way you look or or... What else do they do?" Well, she ran out of suggestions because there were so many mirrors with so many uses she wasn't even sure what the others were. Wait... a mirror with a ballroom in it? "Does Hogwarts have a ballroom? It is maybe actually just a secret passage?" She did not have the same curious nature of wanting to explore a potentially alternate reality but... The acoustics in a ballroom would be something else entirely. |
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Even within the context of what they had been discussing she had not anticipated Lio to be so on the nose with it. With just a little bit of butterbeer froth clinging to her upper lip despite the numerous sips taken along their short walk, Sadie rolled her eyes and shook her head when she realized she had been bamboozled into literally self indulgent absurdity. It was a Curtis move if she ever saw one. Or perhaps she was slapping that presumption on Lio unfairing and prematurely. "You know...when I suggested nice views, I wasn't implying we literlly go admire ourselves in mirrors," she nudged with a skeptical raised brow and the smallest of judgemental smiles. She wasn't sure which would be worse, behaving like Narcissus himself or the potential that he was dragging her along for some nonsensical Catoptromancy session. |
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But now that she'd pointed out the irony...where was the fun in admitting that it was an accident? It would be far more amusing to roll with the idea that it was on purpose than to not. "Hey, it isn't my fault if we're the nicest views in the alley," he replied, a teasing glint in his grey eyes. And, perhaps, noting that she looked cute with the butterbeer froth on her lip. Just a passing thought. "I'm just following your directions." She'd need to be more specific next time about the exact views she wanted. Or his subconscious or fate or destiny |
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"Difficult to fault that logic," she mused while playing with one of her braids. She could, fault it that is, but she wouldn't. She would also be appalled to know she still had a bit of butterbeer froth on her lips. "So...what...are you in the business of finding a new ceiling mirror so you can look at yourself while you lay down in bed?" |
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"Actually, I was considering getting one of those mirrors that give out compliments," he replied. "Thought it'd be a nice pep talk after a rough match." It was the nature of life which meant it was impossible for him to win every single match. But that knowledge provided little solace in the immediate aftermath of losing a game, losses caused by his own failure. A complimentary mirror wouldn't actually help with how low he felt in those situations. But it was mildly amusing to think so. |
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"Mmmm, nothing like some fabricated infatuation," she chuckled as she lifted a small compact off the display. She wasn't so much the sort of girl who would check her appearance in a mirror all that much, so there really was no need for such a luxury but she had to admit that the flower shape of this one and the gold leaf detailing was really nice. She may even be tempted. "Maybe you should invest in one for the locker room." She couldn't help herself at the playful little jab. |
*yet another open post lol* Did she need a mirror? Not exactly, but that wasn’t going to stop the rising third year Slytherin from stopping into the mirror shop while she was visiting the Alley. It didn’t hurt that she half-expected that her siblings wouldn’t bother to come inside, nor did it hurt that some of the mirrors were rather flattering. Giselle did like compliments. Plus, she wasn’t hiding exactly, either. That was easy to do when she barely reached five feet in height. She could hide anywhere, if she wanted. Actually, she rather wanted to be seen, and the complimentary mirrors counted. She’d given one of them a brilliant smile as it tossed flattery her way as she passed by, on her way to peruse the stock of compact mirrors. It wouldn’t hurt to replace the one that she’d borrowed from mum that may or may not have gotten broken at some point last term. Plus, she had a bit of extra money that might be used to buy one of her very own. Once she decided which one she wanted. |
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Lio glanced briefly at the compact she'd picked up, before he continued a few steps on, stopping in front of one of the full-size mirrors on display to take a sip of his butterbeer. "Oh my, what a handsome young man!" With Sadie's comment and the sudden perky compliment from the mirror, he choked back a laugh - and the butterbeer - and coughed into his elbow. "Oh yeah" -cough- "the team would love something like this." "So polite too! So charming!" Hilarious. |
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"Stunning! Gorgeous! You're an absolute goddess." Well...at least it wasn't calling her queen. "Ugh, on second thought...if I were your teammate I would risk the seven years of bad luck and just break it." |
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The playful jab elicited a chuckle, and the mirror's own compliment of her once she drew close brought a playful smirk to his face. Lio figured a broken mirror was exactly what they'd end up having if he did actually put it in the locker room. Some of his teammates might think it was funny at first, but there was bound to be someone that would snap at some point. Maybe even he would be the one. Hearing it chirp little comments at them all the time would become annoying. Didn't mean it had to stop being fun here though. "Hey, at least it's telling the truth when it's about you." |
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