Having learned her lesson from last term, Demelza was not going to be doing any of her acting exercises in the bathroom anytime soon. At the time, the girls' bathroom seemed like a great place to do do those without being interrupted. But that had clearly been a bad idea with the Heir of Slytherin still running around the place and certain professors going in bathrooms that they weren't supposed to be in. So she decided, after that fiasco, to practice her acting in places where she could be easily rescued or quickly hide if need be.

Demelza had heard whispers that there was a mirror somewhere on the fourth floor. In desperate need of a mirror for her daily exercises, the young actress-to-be left Gryffindor tower in search of this particular mirror before her first class. Had anyone been listening closely, they would have heard her singing from her dormitory all the way to the fourth floor. She hoped that her singing was not too loud, especially with the library so close.

But she continued on, figuring that only the overachievers would in the library this early in the new term. Demelza's singing did get a little louder as she caught sight of what appeared to be a mirror. But the singing suddenly stopped when she stood in front of the mirror. Why couldn't she see her reflection?!

Twarted by the moving staircases yet again, the astronomer ceased fighting with them to get him where he wanted to go - not the fourth floor - and hopped off before they could move again. He would just go the long way then. Nothing like taking a stroll down the corridor on a crisp autumn day, right?

Turning the corner, Airey stopped in his tracks when he heard singing and was instantly lured towards it like Odysseus and his crew had been to the call of the sirens. Yes, he had read up on some mythology that summer after having been inspired by what he had seen in El Dorado. Mythology of all varieties really, anything that even remotely related to archaeoastronomy.

Wait...what was he doing? Oh yes. Following the sound of some abosultely stellar singing and -----------

Oh sweet SWEET SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEET SOLSTICE not again.

"Er, good day, Miss Diggle." Cue awkward wave here.

She was too perplexed to admire the beauty of this mirror. If you could even call whatever this was a mirror. How could it be a mirror when it wasn't even showing her reflection? Where was a Ravenclaw when she needed one most? The library was on this floor, but there was no guarantee that she would be able to find this so-called mirror again. This school was just too big. But clearly there was enough room here for mirrors that could not even do the one job it had. Siiiiiiigh.

Already defeated so early in the term, Demelza tried to think of other places she could do her acting exercises. The girls' bathroom was still out of the question, and now she had this not-really-a-mirror mirror to add to that list. There was the lake, but she was certain that some Heir of Slytherin hater would push her into the water. Not wanting her straightened hair to curl, she remained where she was in front of the mirror. The struggle was real.

Had the mirror in front of her actually worked properly, she would have seen the reflections of anyone approaching her. Since this mirror was obviously quite broken, the girl couldn't help but jump when a male voice addressed her out of nowhere. Her hand went straight to her pocket. She was ready to use her wand if she had to. Where was Mr. Tall and Handsome when she needed him to protect her?

"Oh," Demelza whispered, blinking awkwardly. "It's you. Umm ... hi. ... How was your summer, professor?" Been staying out of the girls' bathroom, yes?

Well....this was sufficiently awkward now, wasn't it?

Standing a few paces away from the young lady, Airey's hands fell to his side and began to drum them against his sides to help relieve the tension in his shoulders. Yeeeeeeep. It was him. Hello.

Oh, summer?

"It was fine," he said nonchalantly and with the slightest hint of smugness in his voice. "Continued my research, chaperoned the field trip to Peru, got attacked by zombies." You know, just the usual. "I trust yours was fine as well?" Although he really hadn't come all the way here to talk about summer vacations - not that he had intended to come down this way in the first place. It had been her singing and ---- oh hey look at the mirror.

"Ah yes, I see you have discovered one of the many mysteries of Hogwarts," he said as he stepped in front of the mirror and gave it a firm tap. "Fascinating looking room there, isn't it?"

Research? That Peru field trip? Zombies? Demelza started playing with her hair apprehensively. If the professor thought all of that was fine, then he was a bit crazier than she thought. But to each their own. At least he hadn't spent the entire summer sneaking into any bathrooms and scaring the living daylights out of any girls who were innocently doing their acting exercises. That was a plus. Ahem.

The girl began to sway where she stood as she continued twirling a piece of her hair with a finger, her wand forgotten for the time being. She determined that there was really no need to be so edgy in this situation. They were simply talking about what they did over the summer. Hopefully there was no danger in that.

"It sounds like I missed out on a rather ... exciting field trip," she replied, actually quite reluctant that she had decided to avoid a zombie attack by not going. "I stayed at home and got private lessons from one of my WADA professors to catch me up with everything that I missed. She was quite impressed with my ability to channel the nature of an elderly person." After being old for so long last term, it came quite naturally. "Then I spent time with my friends, went to the Globe, things like that. It was really nice."

Oh. He thought that mirror was interesting? Demelza gave him a look. He certainly was a strange character.

"I don't think it is that fascinating," the Gryffindor said bluntly. "I need to see my own reflection, and it just shows this room. Yes, it is really nice. But how am I going to watch myself sing if I can't see my own reflection?" Obviously she knew that she was an amazing singer, but she needed to see if different stances improved the quality of her sound or not. It was the only way she could become the best of the best.

He hadn't been sneaking into any bathrooms, OKAY?! Not even back then. It had been all part of his patrol and just an accident. OKAY!?

He noticed her arm relax over her pocket, by the way, and it only hit him just now that he had probably just come dangerously close to being blasted backwards into the wall. "Exciting doesn't even begin to cover it," he grinned. Rumor was that the Prophet had interviewed Medea about it, but so far nothing had been printed. Perhaps it was all just rumor after all.

"At least you got some use out of the, er, happenings of last term," he squirmed awkwardly. Merlin that had been quite the experience, one that he was glad was now over. He nearly felt as guilty as the term with all the tainted ice cream, seeing how much of that he had passed out and gotten students infected, and now with something spread through touch. Merlin.

"THE GLOBE?!" he questioned, his blue eyes alight with interest. "What did you have the pleasure of viewing there? Their productions are always top notch."


Eyes back on the mirror now, he gave it a couple more raps with his knuckles. "Do you never ask the question 'why?', Miss Diggle?" he chuckled. "Like why this mirror does not show your reflection? Or why a seemingly useless mirror has been hung here in the first place?"

Exciting was not enough to describe being attacked by zombies? Had someone been bitten? Clearly the tall man in front of her hadn't been zombie food. But Demelza gave the Astronomy professor a look. He seemed to be a little too pleased about that zombie attack. And people thought she was crazy, especially for thinking that aging disease had been so helpful for her future career. But let's be honest, she would be the best old lady ever if she was ever casted as one. So, haters, back off.

She was about to tell Professor Flamsteed all the praise she had gotten from her WADA professor thanks to that experience, but he seemed very interested in the fact that she went to the Globe before the term started. A pleasant smile appeared on Demelza's face before she spoke. Finally something she could go on about for days! "Yes, the Globe. And I had the honour of watching Shakespeare's Othello. It was absolutely amazing! I even got to speak with some of the actors after the show because my professor back at WADA has connections. It was such a wonderful experience!" Never mind the fact that her feet were so sore after having to stand the entire time.

Then they were back to that mirror, which had failed Demelza on so many levels. And the professor was not helping her forget that either. Now she had to ask why? Couldn't he just tell her? Ugh. "Maybe we should save the deep, overly complicated questions for the Ravenclaws. This is more up their alley, not mine," she said nonchalantly. "But, if I have to guess ... the mirror does not show my reflection because it is broken. And it is here because the school couldn't afford a fancy mirror that actually worked?" Well, Professor Flamsteed?

Oooooooooh. A Good choice. A VERY good choice. The astronomer was more of a Shakespeare's comedies sort of fellow for obvious reasons, but could also appreciate the tragedies. "Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving," he recited, striking some rather overly dramatic poses as he went off in his own imagination. "Who was your Othello? When I last saw it I had the pleasure of witnessing the majesty that is Prentis Aldridge play the role. It was like watching history in the making considering he is a decedent of the great Ira Aldridge you know."

Now he really wanted to go to the Globe. Or anywhere really and experience the theater. Didn't matter the genre so much, he just wanted to see the magic that unfolded on the stage.

Oh, huh? Save the adventure of discovery for the Ravenclaws? Pfft. WHY would he do that? Discovery wasn't an exclusive thing, nor should be curiosity - although it was clear that the Gryffindor before him was not nearly as fascinated by this mirror and its bigger purpose than he was. "I have another theory," he mused as he tapped the mirror again. "Although I've never tested the validity of this theory, but I have always wondered if this is perhaps the result of a two-way mirror that has, perhaps, become stuck and therefore, as you put it, not work."

He stepped back from the mirror and stood in front of it for a moment. Wasn't she just the LEAST bit curious?!

"Perhaps you need to act a scene from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs to get yourself seen? How is your Evil Queen?"

And then the crazy Astronomy professor started reciting a line from, arguably, one of Shakespeare's best plays. The young Gryffindor gave him a round of applause when he made quite the dramatic pose. Maybe he wasn't crazy after all. He did seem to understand her passion, unlike some of the other professors at Hogwarts. So bonus points for that. Now he just needed to stop creeping around girls' bathrooms and sneaking up on her.

"Oh, professor, there is no need to tell me who the Aldridges are. I've studied them both, among many of the greats, back at WADA," Demelza said with a nod of her head. Such talented men, they were. But let's not forget about the women in the acting industry. So inspirational, they were! "I sadly didn't have the pleasure of watching Prentis Aldridge play Othello. When I went this past summer, Silas Osgood had the role. But Iago was played by Clifton Branagh. It was interesting to see an ancestor of Sir Kenneth Branagh's take on the same role he once played, though he played Iago through film and not on the stage."

Flamsteed then went on to tell her this theory about the mirror. She considered it for a moment, only coming to the conclusion that he was basically telling her that she was at least half-right. The mirror was indeed broken. "A two-way mirror? Hmm." She taped her chin. It was a possibility. "Then why hasn't anyone fixed it yet? Should I find a Ravenclaw? They are pretty smart, you know."

But he suggested that maybe she needed to act a scene from Snow White. Naturally, Demelza couldn't pass up an opportunity to perform for someone. "Oh, I think my Evil Queen is rather fantastic." She then coughed to clear her throat and then closed her eyes. When they opened, Evil Queen Demelza inched closer to the mirror and stared into it for a moment before...

"Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is the fairest of them all?"

This was certainly a pleasant turn of events. Perhaps they could put the whole bathroom fiasco behind them now that they had found some common ground. Airey Flamsteed was passionate about many things, most of them the sort of passions that exercised the brain and challenged his thinking, but the theater was one of those where he could relax and exercise the other parts of his brain that did not get stimulated when he was doing research or meticulously putting together a mecha model.

"Of course of course!" he applauded. "I have yet to see an actress do the role of Desdemona wrong despite having quite the legacy to live up to when one considers Margaret Hughes." AH! Be still his heart! The Branaghs! "They certainly have that winning smile, don't they? Quite personable I've read as well. Such an interesting juxtaposition against the role of Iago. Brilliant actor to be sure. I believe Clifton was on the cover of Witch Weekly at one point, wasn't he?" With that most charming smile or whatever award it was. He only knew because his sister subscribed to the magazine and was a quiet fangirl of sorts.

His attention was back on the mirror now, finger tapping against his chin and wondering if any living person (or thing?!) would make their presence known only to be severely disappointed when there was none. And there was a joke to be said here about how many Ravenclaws it takes to fix a mirror, but he left it unsaid for now. Not professional to speak poorly of other houses to students. "Hmm, perhaps. Or perhaps a trip to the Headmistress' office is in order." Surely that red head would love to have one more reflective surface to look at herself in.

OH OH! He could play along with this. Now if only he could somehow get behind the mirror instead of just standing to the side of it for the full effect. "Just...give me....a moment," he grunted as he began messing with the mirror to see if it could come lose at all. You know, hold it up and hunch behind it to play along and all. "You....know...UMPH...I...believe that Professor UMPH...Professor Glendower has some connections to WADA. You UUUUUUUUMPH...may want to stop by her office some time for a chat."

Meeeeeeeeeeerlin this thing was HEAVY.

Yes, this was rather pleasant. Demelza couldn't help but wonder why it had taken the two of them so long to come to the realization that they had something in common besides that bathroom fiasco. This was why the school needed classes that were dedicated to the arts. She would have been able to meet people like her a lot quicker if people at Hogwarts were not forced to set their art-related passions aside for the traditional and boring stuff. It was clear that the arts needed to be integrated into the curriculum. Exhibit A: she and a professor were talking about the exciting history of the acting world. Outside of the classroom even. See? The arts were super beneficial!

"Oh, Margaret Hughes. Don't even get me started on her. She is one of my idols," the brunette said, leaving out that she planned on living up to the historic woman’s legacy and beyond. She was just that amazing of an actress already at seventeen. "And the Branaghs are so ... dreamy. Clifton is certainly a charmer, let me tell you. He signed my copy of Witch Weekly, actually." That's right. Demelza Diggle got to speak with Clifton Branagh AND walk away with his signature on a magazine featuring that handsome face of his.

Speaking of faces, it was clear that this mirror would not be showing anyone's any time soon. If a Ravenclaw couldn't fix this mirror, then there was no hope – not even from the stylish Headmistress. She was ready to give up and search elsewhere to do her daily acting exercises. Maybe she would actually find the Room of Requirement. There would be no need to look for a Ravenclaw, though. She'd just ask a fellow Gryffindor since the room was somewhere on the seventh floor.

But then, out of the blue, Flamsteed started grunting. What was he doing??

Demelza, breaking out of character, blinked at the professor in silence. Did he need help or...? "Professor Glendower?" the girl repeated, wondering why that name sounded so familiar to her. Then it hit her. Professor Nessarose Glendower had been a teacher assistant at the Academy. "Oh my gosh! I totally forgot that she is teaching here now." It probably didn't help that she was not in the woman's class due to not being a History of Magic NEWT student. "I'll have to visit her sometime soon. Umm ... do you need some assistance, professor?"

This was not the look of a prefect. This was not the look of someone who had weeks previously been skipping these very hallways in the shortest of skirts and singing love songs like her life depended on it. Nope. It was the look of a cheating cheater. A cheating cheater that went by the name of Elodie Rae Robertser.

She left her brown hair down to pass over her shoulders, but more so for the reason she could cover her face with it if she needed to and the big hood on her head wasn't doing its job. For now though...it definitely was, and the only thing that would properly give her away was the badge pinned to her robes and the kitten walking by her feet.

SPOILER!!: Deeeeeeeeemelza

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Yes, this was rather pleasant. Demelza couldn't help but wonder why it had taken the two of them so long to come to the realization that they had something in common besides that bathroom fiasco. This was why the school needed classes that were dedicated to the arts. She would have been able to meet people like her a lot quicker if people at Hogwarts were not forced to set their art-related passions aside for the traditional and boring stuff. It was clear that the arts needed to be integrated into the curriculum. Exhibit A: she and a professor were talking about the exciting history of the acting world. Outside of the classroom even. See? The arts were super beneficial!

"Oh, Margaret Hughes. Don't even get me started on her. She is one of my idols," the brunette said, leaving out that she planned on living up to the historic woman’s legacy and beyond. She was just that amazing of an actress already at seventeen. "And the Branaghs are so ... dreamy. Clifton is certainly a charmer, let me tell you. He signed my copy of Witch Weekly, actually." That's right. Demelza Diggle got to speak with Clifton Branagh AND walk away with his signature on a magazine featuring that handsome face of his.

Speaking of faces, it was clear that this mirror would not be showing anyone's any time soon. If a Ravenclaw couldn't fix this mirror, then there was no hope – not even from the stylish Headmistress. She was ready to give up and search elsewhere to do her daily acting exercises. Maybe she would actually find the Room of Requirement. There would be no need to look for a Ravenclaw, though. She'd just ask a fellow Gryffindor since the room was somewhere on the seventh floor.

But then, out of the blue, Flamsteed started grunting. What was he doing??

Demelza, breaking out of character, blinked at the professor in silence. Did he need help or...? "Professor Glendower?" the girl repeated, wondering why that name sounded so familiar to her. Then it hit her. Professor Nessarose Glendower had been a teacher assistant at the Academy. "Oh my gosh! I totally forgot that she is teaching here now." It probably didn't help that she was not in the woman's class due to not being a History of Magic NEWT student. "I'll have to visit her sometime soon. Umm ... do you need some assistance, professor?"

Now probably wouldn't be the best time to mention that he was not a collector of actor and actress signatures, but quidditch players. He would, of course, make the exception were one of his students to go off and become famous on stage or film, but he categorized how he fanboyed and limited how said fanboying was expressed. Theater was fanboying for his imagination, so it stayed in his cranium and, on occasion, dreams.

"Well, you certainly are doing everything you can to network," he grinned. Networking and putting her name out there were certainly the first steps to getting her foot into the door. With such an outgoing and strong personality like she had (not to mention that she was not afraid to speak her mind), she was certainly on her way. He ought to get the "first" autograph before she graduated. You know, for bragging rights.

Oh stellar. What he had overheard at the staff table and staff room had been right. "Oh? You two have met before?" Dur. That much was obvious, Flamsteed. Guess he was still getting a little tongue-tied around the ladies. Or he was just distracted by the mirror he was still trying to remove from the wall. And failing. Curse his scrawny arms. He could carry an uncharmed bag filled with telescopes up the spiral stairs to the Astronomy Tower, but couldn't remove ONE mirror from the wall. "No no UMPH no, I've got it." He thought. "If...you are....going to do...an eeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil Queen properly you need a believable magic mirror."

With one final bend at the knees, the astronomer finally lifted the mirror off the wall...only to find himself now almost too top heavy to stand up properly and he began to - almost comically - stumble back and forth as the mirror swayed dangerously close to the wall and falling on him.

Cris was making his way back to the Common Room. Somehow between escorting Jasmine back to her Common Room and getting back to his, he got lost...blame it on those darn staircases that kept switching around whenever he was trying to make his way down.

So here he was, in a room with a mirror. Cris wasn't vain or anything but like who could resist looking at oneself in a mirror right? But wait, there was someone also in the room. He could tell it was a girl but wasn't able to discern who it was. He did see the kitten though.

"Um...excuse me, is this your kitten?," Cris asked the girl. He hated to bother the person, but he just loved kittens and wondered whether he could play with it.

Kitten? What kitten? Who kitten? Where kitten? OH. HER KITTEN. MEATBALLLLLLLLLLLLLL. Elodie looked to her feet and then over her shoulder at the person that the voice had came from before turning on the balls of her feet to look properly. This was definitely her kitten, and Meaty had even peeked through her legs again and was playing with the little fringes on her shoes. This cat was ridiculous. Amused by the slightest of things.

Now she'd have to give him her shoes and get new ones.

"This is definitely my kitten. His name is Meatball." And he was awake for once.

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Now probably wouldn't be the best time to mention that he was not a collector of actor and actress signatures, but quidditch players. He would, of course, make the exception were one of his students to go off and become famous on stage or film, but he categorized how he fanboyed and limited how said fanboying was expressed. Theater was fanboying for his imagination, so it stayed in his cranium and, on occasion, dreams.

"Well, you certainly are doing everything you can to network," he grinned. Networking and putting her name out there were certainly the first steps to getting her foot into the door. With such an outgoing and strong personality like she had (not to mention that she was not afraid to speak her mind), she was certainly on her way. He ought to get the "first" autograph before she graduated. You know, for bragging rights.

Oh stellar. What he had overheard at the staff table and staff room had been right. "Oh? You two have met before?" Dur. That much was obvious, Flamsteed. Guess he was still getting a little tongue-tied around the ladies. Or he was just distracted by the mirror he was still trying to remove from the wall. And failing. Curse his scrawny arms. He could carry an uncharmed bag filled with telescopes up the spiral stairs to the Astronomy Tower, but couldn't remove ONE mirror from the wall. "No no UMPH no, I've got it." He thought. "If...you are....going to do...an eeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil Queen properly you need a believable magic mirror."

With one final bend at the knees, the astronomer finally lifted the mirror off the wall...only to find himself now almost too top heavy to stand up properly and he began to - almost comically - stumble back and forth as the mirror swayed dangerously close to the wall and falling on him.

The young lady's mind might have wandered off after mentioning the charming Clifton Branagh. Those adorable curly blond locks, his perfect smile, and the spot-on acting talent, Demelza hoped that she would have the honour of acting on the stage with him one day. Already she could list a handful of plays that they would be perfect in together. But first she needed to graduate and then get her name out there in the acting business. To her, that wasn't too daunting of a task with the great connections she already had made. She would be reunited with Branagh soon enough.

"Hmm?" Demelza asked, coming out of her daydreaming. But then she caught wind of what the professor was talking about. "I definitely have been. Networking is super important in the acting world. Being a student at the Academy really helped with that. And I've been in contact with a few names since coming here." She nodded her head, watching as he continued to meddle with the mirror. Was he sure that he didn't need any help?

When Professor Flamsteed asked if she and Professor Glendower had met before, it took all her might to not roll her eyes at him. What a foolish question. Of course they had met before. "Yes, sir. Professor Glendower was a teacher assistant at the Academy before coming here. And I was in a few productions that she helped with. I don't recall which ones, though. I've been in so many." She grinned and did a little hair flip. Hehe.

Oh, the mirror was off the wall now. Demelza would have given Flamsteed a round of applause had the mirror not been swaying back and forth like that. "Erm ... professor...?" He clearly needed some help. Taking out her wand, she casted a simple levitation charm on the mirror so it hovered slightly in the air. A broken mirror and a squished professor wouldn't do her any good.

Meatball? Who would call a kitten, meatball? Well it was obvious this girl did. This girl whom Cris now realized was a Hufflepuff. Was that a glint of metal on her robe? Cris tried to get a better look but couldn't do so without making it seem like he was trying to catch a glimpse of the girl's well endowed chest...which of course he wasn't. No...most definitely not.

Quickly moving his gaze up to somewhere on the girl's forehead, Cris managed a smile. "He's a cute one. Do you bring him along with you when you attend class? I mean he's seems quiet enough," Cris enquired. Cris wished that he had thought to bring along one of Storm's puppies when he had come to Hogwarts, but somehow he didn't that he would be able to hide the puppy for long.

SPOILER!!: Evil Queen <3

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The young lady's mind might have wandered off after mentioning the charming Clifton Branagh. Those adorable curly blond locks, his perfect smile, and the spot-on acting talent, Demelza hoped that she would have the honour of acting on the stage with him one day. Already she could list a handful of plays that they would be perfect in together. But first she needed to graduate and then get her name out there in the acting business. To her, that wasn't too daunting of a task with the great connections she already had made. She would be reunited with Branagh soon enough.

"Hmm?" Demelza asked, coming out of her daydreaming. But then she caught wind of what the professor was talking about. "I definitely have been. Networking is super important in the acting world. Being a student at the Academy really helped with that. And I've been in contact with a few names since coming here." She nodded her head, watching as he continued to meddle with the mirror. Was he sure that he didn't need any help?

When Professor Flamsteed asked if she and Professor Glendower had met before, it took all her might to not roll her eyes at him. What a foolish question. Of course they had met before. "Yes, sir. Professor Glendower was a teacher assistant at the Academy before coming here. And I was in a few productions that she helped with. I don't recall which ones, though. I've been in so many." She grinned and did a little hair flip. Hehe.

Oh, the mirror was off the wall now. Demelza would have given Flamsteed a round of applause had the mirror not been swaying back and forth like that. "Erm ... professor...?" He clearly needed some help. Taking out her wand, she casted a simple levitation charm on the mirror so it hovered slightly in the air. A broken mirror and a squished professor wouldn't do her any good.

He was completely oblivious to the daydreaming state, by the way. Although he had taken noticed of the similar glazed over starry eyed look in his lessons from time to time. Miss Wayne had that look quite often, now that he thought about it. He supposed he had a similar look when thinking about Nyota Uhura or Seven of Nine or Princess Leia...or Medea.

Alright. Now he was off in la la land and nearly missed the Gryffindor speaking again. He also entirely forgot what the conversation had been about, and the first thoughts that popped into his cranium when she mentioned networking was the muggle interwebs, but he was about 98.7% positive that Miss Diggle had no clue what that was. "Stellar." Yes. That was a safe reply.

Ah, that was...sort of fascinating. He honestly hadn't spoken with the women much - outside of meals and the Christmas party anyway - but it was hard to talk with her without that Divination woman being close by. Airey swore he was going to break out in a nervous rash if she thrust another astrology parchment his direction. Good Merlin.

Distracted by his thoughts, again, the astronomer came dangerously close to falling over backward with the mirror falling on top of him when he found that the mirror was suddenly as light as a feather. CURIOUS! Oh, wait.... "Oh, thank you, Miss Diggle. Take 4 points for your quick and accurate spellwork that prevented possible squishing of your professor." Of course he should have just levitated it from the word go, but sometimes you just needed to do things the mugggle way, you know?

His own wand out now, he pointed it at the floating mirror and cast a levitation spell himself. "I'll take it from here," he saluted with his free hand. Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed appearance of a secret passage way and grinned. "Pity about the cave in. Wonder where this leads to..." Airey Flamsteed was the worst sort of curious Gryffindor. It honestly was a wonder he had survived seven terms at Hogwarts in his youth.

Els crouched to coo Meatball into her arms, and straightened up only when he was secure in them. He was very much so easy to have in your arms and took quite a lot of naps in hers. No trouble at all. The seventh year offered him to the boy. "He won't scratch. He won't really do much." Except snuggle there and maybe curl his little tail around a wrist. Little cutie.

Tilting her head, Elodie shook it. "I'd be worrying about him too much. He'd probably sleep in my bag, but I'd worry about him." Plus Meatball adored to sleep between her two pillows with her latest knitting. He didn't even ruin it like Gemini had. He actually guarded it.

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He was completely oblivious to the daydreaming state, by the way. Although he had taken noticed of the similar glazed over starry eyed look in his lessons from time to time. Miss Wayne had that look quite often, now that he thought about it. He supposed he had a similar look when thinking about Nyota Uhura or Seven of Nine or Princess Leia...or Medea.

Alright. Now he was off in la la land and nearly missed the Gryffindor speaking again. He also entirely forgot what the conversation had been about, and the first thoughts that popped into his cranium when she mentioned networking was the muggle interwebs, but he was about 98.7% positive that Miss Diggle had no clue what that was. "Stellar." Yes. That was a safe reply.

Ah, that was...sort of fascinating. He honestly hadn't spoken with the women much - outside of meals and the Christmas party anyway - but it was hard to talk with her without that Divination woman being close by. Airey swore he was going to break out in a nervous rash if she thrust another astrology parchment his direction. Good Merlin.

Distracted by his thoughts, again, the astronomer came dangerously close to falling over backward with the mirror falling on top of him when he found that the mirror was suddenly as light as a feather. CURIOUS! Oh, wait.... "Oh, thank you, Miss Diggle. Take 4 points for your quick and accurate spellwork that prevented possible squishing of your professor." Of course he should have just levitated it from the word go, but sometimes you just needed to do things the mugggle way, you know?

His own wand out now, he pointed it at the floating mirror and cast a levitation spell himself. "I'll take it from here," he saluted with his free hand. Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed appearance of a secret passage way and grinned. "Pity about the cave in. Wonder where this leads to..." Airey Flamsteed was the worst sort of curious Gryffindor. It honestly was a wonder he had survived seven terms at Hogwarts in his youth.

Had Clifton Branagh and the acting business not been on her mind, she would have noticed the professor daydreaming too. Catching him daydreaming gave her so many options when it came to reacting. She could have snapped to catch his attention, sighed oh-so dramatically with a hair flip, or loudly stormed off for being ignored by an adult. Demelza probably would have given Flamsteed sassy snaps. The man was sort of growing on her.

That was why she had saved him from being crushed by a mirror that did not even work. She wasn't going to whip out her want for just anyone after all. But she had received four points for doing so. Demelza was not a student that cared much for points, considering the Academy didn't bribe their students with them to perform well. But the points were nice nonetheless. She’d take them. "Thanks. It's not every day that I save professors from mirror flattening."

Flamsteed then took out his wand, earning an eye roll from her. Why hadn't he taken his wand out sooner? They had those for a reason.

And then he was going on about some cave-in and wondering where the hidden passage had led to. Demelza shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe it leads to somewhere else in the castle. Or maybe even Hogsmeade. Chances are the mirrors actually work wherever it goes." Not like they'd be finding out anytime soon unless they managed to fix the passageway.

Cris hadn't expected the girl to hand the kitten over to him...someone she didn't even know, and was pleasantly surprised when she did. "He's adorable" Cris quickly cradled the kitten, first scratching it on its neck before stroking its fur.

"Well then he's a very well behaved kitten. The ones I have at home love getting into things," Cris chuckled as he recalled the antics they got themselves into.

"I only thought to bring my Owl this term. I would love to bring my dog here but I don't think that would go down really well in this school, right?" Cris posed that as more of a question, hoping that the girl would be able to tell him whether he would be able to or not.

Oh wait they hadn't been properly introduced. Cris immediately proceeded to rectify that error.

"By the way, my name's Cris...Cristoffer Strand actually, but you can just call me Cris. It's less a mouthful" grinning at his own joke, Cris introduced himself, sticking his hand out to shake the girl's.

With no Meatball in her arms, Elodie put her hands into her pockets and smiled. "Isn't he just? If you scratch near his right ear he kicks his legs like a little baby..." That was one of the things she had learnt about her new little friend in the time she had had him. That, and he was one of the best cuddle buddies she had ever had and he loved to be used as a pillow and wipe your tears with his tail when he knew you were crying.

"My last cat... Gemini, was a pain in the bum with getting into trouble when he was younger..." Not so much when she had brought him to Hogwarts with her though. He had been eleven through seventeen then. Poor Gem. She did miss him awfully. The Hufflepuff laughed lightly and shook her head. "Did you read your acceptance letter, buddy? Besides.. dogs get pretty big..." And if they were able to bring them.. she'd have Mucklow right here by her side and not be missing her baby for school.

Removing her hand from her pocket, she smiled and nudged her hood down and then shaking the guys hand. "Elodie Robertser. You can call me Cris too, but I'm pretty sure I won't answer to it."

Cris chuckled when Elodie told him where Meatball loved to be scratched. "Like this?" he asked as he tilted his neck to look down at the kitten and began scratching near the kitten's right ear. He laughed when the kitten began kicking his legs like a baby.

"Look at that. I've never seen a kitten do that before. That's so adorable," Cris looked up from the kitten to smile at the girl. Yes he had said adorable...boys could say it and still be manly. Then he frowned at the mention of Gemini. Cris saw a momentary glimpse of sadness in the girl's eyes and decided to refrain from asking who Gemini was. From the way she fondly described Gemini, Cris suspected that Gemini was another beloved family pet who was no longer around.

He joined the girl when she laughed at his comment about bringing a dog to Hogwarts. Scratching his head, he grinned sheepishly at her, "Yes I suppose you're right. I did read the letter but I figured it was worth a try," Cris reluctantly admitted. "Shadow's puppies would have been pretty hard to handle once they grew bigger. Siberian Huskies do need a lot of exercise."

So her name was Elodie. Nice name. "Nice to meet you, Elodie..and no I'll stick with calling you that instead of Cris," Cris smiled as he shook her hand.

"So what's the story with this mirror? Is there any history behind this thing?" Cris asked eager to hear about The Mirror's history. It had to have one, because Cris found out that almost every other picture or statue seemed to have one.

"Exactly like that!" Els grinned the best that she could, in spite of certain situations, as the proof was there in front of the pair of them. Leg kicking kitty was a go! She reached out a hand just to stroke Meatball's tail for a moment. Mama sadness? Maybe. She liked seeing Meatball with other people though. Usually he only spent time with herself, her dormmates, Cat and Cassia.

Gosh. Siberian Huskies were her faaaaave. Aside from Mucklow. "My friends grandparents have four of those." Those olllllder Darcy folk. "I know how you feel though. I wish I could bring my pup with me." Not that Mucklow was as small as he had been before though. He was a little over one...but still her favourite thing in the world. He knew when she was sad and he knew when to fetch her shoes for her so she could take him for walks. Dogs equalled love, and that was that.

The mirror? Els shrugged, tilting her head to look in it properly. "I heard it was allergic to pretty people and therefore didn't show their reflection." Y'know. It was a theory.