Aiden lifted an eyebrow. "You're hard to please? And, how so? I never would have thought. Especially seeing as you like Raspberry and Butterbeer ice cream." Only weirdos liked those flavors. Mwahah. Speaking of ice cream, when were those Hogsmeade trip starting?!

His eyes flickered to Rhea. "I never said I didn't like any of them." Actually, he thought he did mention that he liked the one..? Ah well.

Rhea rolled her eyes at him and got to her feet. Her butt was starting to cramp up. She looked herself over in the mirror twisting and turning so she could see all angles.
"Yes I am very hard to please, well that's what mum and da says. The fact that it takes such err..unnatural combination of flavours to please me only proves my point."

When he said he never said he didn't like any of them her eyes quickly darted from her reflection back to Aiden. She looked down at him both eye brows raised so far they seemed to have disappeared into her hair line.
"Well well well, you never told me that you liked one. Who is this girl? What's her name? A slytherin I bet." She smirked.

Aiden watched as Rhea stood up to go do some more twisting and turning in front of the mirror. "Don't crack this one too," he warned, stretching his legs out in front of him. "Well, I haven't come to the conclusion that you're hard to please. Not yet, at least."

Hah. Well, Rhea sure seemed interested after that remark. Then again, he knew she would be. "As I recall, I did," he said with a smirk. "You must not have noticed, though." He grinned at her. "Yes, she's a Slytherin." Heheh. Clearly, he enjoyed keeping people on the edge of their seats.

Rhea laughed at Aiden's comment and stuck her tongue out at him. She looked at herself one more time before replying.
"Oh whatever you, if it didn't break when you put your funny looking mug in front of it then it will be fine for me to use it." Rhea smiled, she wasn't always hard to please, only with particular things.

Rhea shook her head. If Aiden had told her he likes someone in particular she was sure that she would remember that little bit of information.She chuckled when he said it was a Slytherin, why wasn't she surpized. This boy certainly loved the green house girls.
"I'm not surprized. What's her name?"

Maeve had been walking down the Fourth Floor Corridor aimlessly. She had nothing to do but walk. She didn't know anyone at this school, besides Torin. Meeting people was hard for her, so she normally just watched people from afar or stood on the sidelines. It was like she was an extra in the movie about her life.

She let out a small sigh and looked to the right of the hall and saw a substantially large mirror. It occupied the space of the entire wall it hung upon, and she was instantly drawn to it. She felt her feet pull themselves towards the shard of glass. She noted there were people around, talking and laughing, but she paid no mind to them. Her large blue eyes were transfixed upon the mirror.

Maeve was able to stop herself before colliding with it, mere inches away. Staring into the glass, she looked at herself. Her homely and innocent stature. Suffering miserably in silence from the past. "I wonder what everyone else sees in the mirror." She asked aloud, Irish accent lilted out of her mouth. She paused and merely stared.

As embarressing as that was, Chris turned towards the mirror and just nodded as she spoke, continuing to pat off the dust that had stuck to the knees of his pants and robes. Then something she said made his look over to her. "You know I'm not crazy right?" he said with a small grin. "I swear I'm not." he had met this girl in Diagon Alley and knew she was a kidster.

He turned back to the mirror, the two of them standing shoulder to shoulder (well technically his shoulder to her head, for she was so short). They probably looked like one vain pair. "So what have you been up to Lucky?" he said as he began to mess with his hair, What was it doing?!

Lucky turned to face Chris, the expression on her face made her seem like she was completely and utterly shocked by what he had just said. "You're NOT crazy?" ZOMG. This was news to her ears! "I thought... well, I thought you had lost your brains, but I guess... are you sure you're not crazy?" Or maybe she was crazy for thinking Chris was crazy -- naaaah, that couldn't be it. This was Lucky Torelli; she was NOT crazy.

She looked back at her reflection in the mirror, and then she sighed. "Can you maybe get a little less taller? You are making me feel like I'm a midget," she explained. "How tall are you anyways? Six foot?" She ran her fingers through her blonde hair as she added, "I've been doing a little bit of this... and that. Nothing too exciting. What about you?"

Chris just grinned at Lucky as she continued on and then finally dropped the crazy conversation. He let the silence hang for a few seconds before he whispered to himself just loud enough for her to hear. "I'm NOT crazy." and then he broke into laughter. He wish he had gotten to know Lucky sooner, not in his last term.

Turning towards her on the hieght comment Chris decided to poke fun at the CRAZY caller. "What? I can't hear you all the way down there. Maybe you should get less shorter." he chuckled and patted the top of her blonde head for effect. "Juuuust joking with you...short stuff." another ill-hidden laugh.

"I really haven't been up to much lately either, just homework and classes. But I have been able to hang out with Gold some more recently." he said thinking of the pretty redhead.

Laaaa Dee Daaaa.

Siiiigh.

Lucky didn't like silences. Especially awkward silences. This was an awkward silence since she was just staring at Chris' reflection in the mirror, waitinggg for him to say something because she didn't want to be the one that broke this silence.

When the silence was finally broken, a little grin formed on her face as a response to that statement. "What makes you so sure?" She questioned, that little grin still plastered onto her face. She might have let a few giggles escape her lips while Chris was laughing. Just... maybe.

OH. Seriously? "Less shorter?" She questioned. "Maybe you should be less taller.... orrrr you can purchase me a megaphone to use around you. Whatever floats your boat, mister." She wished that she was taller, actually. Her brothers were TALL TALL, like her father, and she was stuck at her mother's height. Blehhhh.

The patting on the head made her cross her arms over her chest. HMPH. "Mhmm," she replied. "You know, one of these days... just, yeah, one of these days I'm going to hit a growth spurt and I'm going to be taller than you." HA! In her dreams.

"Gold? That name sounds familiar..." She trailed off, trying to remember where she had heard that name before.

Becca was dressed in her normal school robes and on her way back up to Hogwarts before the rest of the Quidditch team. As horrid as the weather may have been, she wasn't sure she cared - all the spectators from the match were running past her in an attempt to get out of the rain, but she just didn't care so much anymore. So, when she finally reached the castle, she was completely drenched. Oops.

She trudged her way through the castle, up a few flights of stairs, then decided to stop at the fourth floor. Her plan was to go catch up on reading some more of Confronting the Faceless - but then she caught her reflection in a mirror on the way there. Becca turned to face the mirror and scrutinized herself up and down. Her wavy brunette hair as well as her robes were completely soaked, but... her eyes. Her chestnut eyes were bloodshot and puffy, giving away the fact that she may have had a mini-breakdown in the showers after the Quidditch match. Blah. She didn't want to advertise that.

Yep, so now she felt completely pathetic. No way was she going to march right into the library and let everyone see her such a mess. Instead, she slid down with her back against the wall directly across from the mirror. Becca removed a soggy pouch from her pocket and removed a blue gumball. "Oh Droobles, what sunshine you are on the stormiest of days." She popped the gumball in her mouth and let out a quiet sigh, then just stared at herself in the mirror, chomping away. Stupid, stupid Slytherins. They think they can do anything. They just got lucky. They're not better than us. Lucky. Yeah. That's all it was.

Torin saw the girl as she was sat across from the mirror chewing her gum. She seemed rather... unhappy. But he wasn't sure if it was due to anything or the fact that she looked like a mess right now. Maybe it was that. Girls seemed to care a lot about how they looked, and it made sense. Because he sure liked looking good himself. And smelling too really. And he smelled amazing.

"You look nice," he said conversationally as he finally headed over to her. He figured that she had no idea that he was there and it would have been weird and not very nice if he had stayed there looking at her like that.

Yep. He wasn't really sure that he meant what he said when he told her that, but maybe it would get her to stop looking so serious.

I bet that Nicolette girl thinks she's SO cool now. And surely the whole Slytherin team-... Huh? Her bitter thoughts were cut off by the sound of an older male voice, and she looked up. Oh how dazzling Mister Huff-n-Puff Prefect was. Mmm.

But what he said perplexed her. "Was... that supposed to be a joke?" She looked straight ahead at herself in the mirror again. Hmm. Her hair wasn't messy, it was just very wet... along with her robes, which were slowly drying. She didn't look THAT bad. Becca looked back up at the boy. "I was just outside." Captain Obvious. She wasn't going to mention the Quidditch match, though. Not unless he mentioned it first. "Err, what are you up to today...?"

He raised his brow and studied her as she asked if he was joking. "Not really. Mostly you look like you just took a shower in your robes. And being wet doesn't mean that you look bad necessarily. I mean if your face was covered in mud or something..." But then he wasn't sure that she would like to think of herself covered in mud. That just wasn't appealing to anyone really.

"You were playing Quidditch?" He wasn't sure because he didn't know what House she was in. Obviously either Ravenclaw or Slytherin. And what was he up to? Nothing really. He was never up to anything exciting. "I've just been studying a lot. Not anything exciting like playing Quidditch."

"Oh. Well, I suppose that's okay, then." Eh, she had been covered in mud plenty of times. Football can do that to a kid on a particularly rainy day. That's what makes those slide tackles so exciting! But she wasn't going to tell Mister Huff-n-Puff prefect that. That would probably freak him out.

"Well... yes. I was. It was... a very long game, to put it simply. Lots of blood, particularly on my team." She paused, thinking of JD again, and Mariel... "By the way, uh, I'm Becca. Becca Parker, seventh year Ravenclaw. And I don't usually sit in abandoned hallways soaked from head to toe. This is just one of those one-time things, y'know? It happens."

Well, she was agreeing with him. That was always good really. He liked it when people agreed with him because it showed them that he was right. And he was always right even if people didn't always see it that way.

He smiled and took a seat beside her now. Because it was just easier than having to look down at her. It wasn't always nice being so tall. But he managed.

And apparently her team lost. She was in Ravenclaw. Which she confirmed a moment later when she told her her name. And now it was his turn even though he wasn't usually one for these formal like introductions. "Nice to meet you. Torin Kane, Seventh Year Hufflepuff." It looked like they would be graduating together. "Eh, I've seen stranger things. And you had been looking at yourself in the mirror, right? My girlfriend does that all the time." He was sure that she looked at her reflection in anything that showed it to her.

"Yes, of course. Everyone knows you. You're Mist-... the cool Hufflepuff prefect. Nice to meet you, though, Torin." Just as he mentioned the mirror, Becca had just turned her attention back to it and was examining her eyes from across the hall. Hmm. Puffiness had mostly gone away. That was good.

"So what if I was looking at myself in the mirror?" She used kind of a tough guy(girl?) tone, but she was completely joking. "That's not a big deal, is it?" Then she laughed. "Your girlfriend. Who's that? I think... maybe I've seen her before. Not anytime recently, though. So maybe it wasn't her."

What? He was the cool Hufflepuff Prefect? Since when? He had to tell Sarah that next time he saw her. But maybe not. That was mean, and she was his friend. "So is that my reputation, or just your opinion?" Because he wanted to know, not because he wanted everyone to think that. But he sorta did.

And awww. She was trying to be tough. But he was sure that she was doing it as a joke, so he didn't really mind the attitude. Fake attitude was just adorable to him really. "It's good. Caring about your appearance is good. As long as you don't go crazy with it." Which Could happen at times. Like with a certain blonde girl that he was marrying. "Brody Summers. Blonde Hufflepuff Sixth Year." He wasn't sure how well Brody was known around, but she had a fair few friends because she was amazing.

Becca paused awkwardly, pondered, then looked over at Torin. "Well, it's just truth, isn't it? Doesn't matter who thinks it," she shrugged casually. "The truth is just something you can't avoid. Embrace it." She almost laughed, but thought better of it. Heh. Boy, was he handsome. Why were the good-looking always prefects? Sheesh.

"Ahh, a sixth year. Well that's interesting. How do you think she's going to do without you here next term?" Hopefully she won't find a temporary guy to be her fill while he's gone. That'd be awful. But certainly not the first time that's happened around here.

"The truth, huh? I had no idea of this until now." haha! He was so going to gloat to Sarah the next time that he saw her. Part of him was wanting her to come by right now so that he could tease her. Maybe she wouldn't mind because she was his friend and he loved her really.

"Oh, she's going to miss me, but we'll manage." It sucked because he would be in New York and she would be here and he would miss her very much. Maybe would apparate over for Hogsmeade visits and see her. "We're serious. We're actually engaged." And why was he telling that to a stranger. Oh well. What did it matter really as long as her parents didn't find out. And they were waiting for a while anyway.

"Well, I'm glad I could fill you in," Becca gave a half-serious, half-mocking nod. It was truth, though - she rarely heard people talking bad about the Hufflepuff prefect. Slytherin prefects, on the other hand...

...Joke.

"Engaged?" she repeated, maybe a bit too loudly. She looked up and down the deserted hallway, checked herself out in the mirror at a glance, then looked back at Torin. "I'm not judging you or anything, but you don't think that's moving a little... fast?" Sheesh. Becca hadn't even dated anyone in all her years at Hogwarts and these guys were getting married! "Well, I guess if you're sure she's the one... Whatever floats your boat."

He smiled and was about to comment further when she suddenly reacted to his engaged comment a little more excitedly than he had figured she would as someone he had only just met. "Well, we're not rushing out, so not really." He shrugged. It wasn't like Brody was out shopping for a dress now or anything. "We're going to wait a while."

Cameron had rolled out of bed and sprinted to Charms. She'd been late, as usual, and ran almost ran into Professor Carlton. That had been incredibly embarassing. Now, looking more than just her usual tardy self, she sprinted down the floor in search of a mirror. Because she was getting odd looks from people (more than the usual) and she was wondering if it was because she'd left drool on her mouth.

Erk.

Mirror.. mirror.. MIRROR! She knew she'd seen one on this floor! Doubling over as she reached it, she frowned. Her hair looked frazzled and on fire and she was really pale.

Gorgeous.

Klaudette had given up on walking. Her little legs couldn't handle the big castle this much so she needed to find a new way of traveling. And she had. Walking from the Library where she had taken a pillow from one of the couches, she dropped it on the floor in front of her. Taking many steps back, she ran and jumped on the pillow.

Once her feet landed there, she was off sliding down the hall, surfer style. She swerved to miss a couple of people, and one girl was checking herself in a mirror she wouldn't have even noticed that Klaudette had gotten extremely close. "You have some frizzies in the back" she commented as she went by.

Cameron inspected her hair, running it through her fingers with a disgusting look on her face. That was pathetic. It looked like crap.

Then she heard someone speak and let out a yelp. She'd thought she'd been alone.

Frizzies?

"Er.. who are you?" Like.. it wasn't very polite to just SAY that to people. Like reh-heally!

Klaudette was already at least ten feet from the girl when she commented back. She had noticed then. Klaudette looked for a place to slow down and stop so she wouldn't collide with a wall. Up ahead she saw an armor suit, and she grabbed on and swung around to stop. When she did she lifted her hands in like a finish. "That was definitely a 10." she nodded with a smile.

Picking up her pillow she went to the girl and said, "I am me. Who are you?" she asked back.