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Pop! A house elf materialized out of thin air. She held rags in one hand a bucket of soapy water in the other. Her little elfsy ears twitched at the sight of two studentsies. "Studentsies mind if Tinka clean mirror? Tinka like to clean, Tinka be good elf!" |
Hugh wanted to have some peace and quiet, THANK YOU. Everyone was always up on his griiiiiiill being sociable. And he wasn't opposed to that, but he couldn't seem to connect. He was always JUST missing something. Which was fine, yo, he was the best company. His thoughts. Not himself. The essence. So with some quiet found he plopped on down and curled his body into a pretzel. A range of motion he did NOT have, but it didn't keep him from stopping. He thought better under physical strain. Gave an urgency to philosophical theory. Once he was nice and uncomfortable.....he started to think. About, well, everything. |
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*POP* Quirly know Tinka going to clean mirror, so she decides to help. Materializing out of thin air, Quirly holds rags in one hand and bucket of soapy water in other. "Quirly helps Tinka!" she says in her squeaky voice before seeing young Mistress. "Mistress needs anything of Quirly?" |
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Bianca leaned against the wall opposite the mirror. She found herself staring into it, imagining what it would be like to live in that mirror. She'd probably be able to scare everyone who passed by too. That would definitely be hilarious. She had a piece of the wall in her hand and she tossed it up and down without really looking. Mostly because her focus was on the mirror. It really was a beautiful mirror. She wondered how it'd look in her dorm. |
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As he walked up to the glass his eyes fell on a petite form that he had now become quite familiar with. "Beautiful Bianca with a B?" He said, standing in the space beside her. a wry grin on his face. It wasn't just a nickname, she really was beautiful; with that thick, dark hair and her clear, smooth skin... Seriously gorgeous girl. |
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She didn't know many people who stopped by here. Maybe he'd heard of the beauty this mirror held... other than her face. "Come to admire the mirror or me?" And then she winked. Heh. Because pretty people flirted with other pretty people. It was almost a crime to not do so. |
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He quirked an eyebrow and grinned, adopting the practice of tossing the stone up and down in the air. "Maybe a little of both? Though... You're maybe just a bit more interesting." Damien playfully teased, leaning his back against wall beside the mirror. He couldn't help himself, Bianca was funny, and beautiful and it was be a crying shame not to flirt with her. 'sides, it was all harmless fun. |
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Pretty boys would always be pretty. Bianca was always going to appreciate the beauty that was them. She turned her attention to the stone that he had pointed out. Ah yes... the stone. She was going to pick it up but just let it sit there. "Nothing. I just quite like it here. Fun fact, this is part of the wall behind the mirror." And she was always going to remember trying to demolish it and get to the beautiful, fancy place that it reflected. Such a shame the entrance was not behind the actual mirror. "Just a bit more interesting?" Bianca asked, laughing. "I like to think that I am way more interesting, being a descendant of Beyonce and all." She was related to the Queen Bey herself. Everyone who said otherwise was clearly lying. Obviously. |
Grayson was meeting Ruby, which wasn't new. But, Grayson was meeting Ruby in the library which was VERY new. Lulz. All the lulz. The boy had thoughts that were enough to make him smirk to himself as he headed along the fourth floor corridor and towards the direction of the library. This was meant to be a studying thing but let's face it: not a lot of studying was gonna get done today. This was probably the reason why he was kinda eager to get to the library in the first place. There was always a first time for every-- ................. What in the name of? THAT wasn't the corridor. Confused, the boy approached the mirror cautiously and peered into the........ was that a ROOM?! Didn't look like it could be part of anywhere in Hogwarts, to be honest. Did that mean that it wasn't IN Hogwarts? Could he go there and snoop around? Dude was curious and kinda needed an overly brave Gryffindor to test things out first before he went himself. Wasn't gonna risk his own neck. No way. So, he stood there. Peering into the mirror at the room beyond. If it wasn't gonna show his face -- which was kinda rude, to be honest -- at least show him something else that was interesting and good to look at. |
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She was a bit early though, because she didn't want to rush and she could go and sit where they were going to meet and she could arrange herself, best angles and everything. Ruby came around the corner though and theeeere was Grayson right there. She lit up and just sort of watched him for a second. Appreciating. Mhmm. But only for a second because honestly she'd rather just be over there with him than watching like a creeper. Sooo she tackled him, of course. Hug!tackle. Arms slipping around his waist. "Graaaay." She leaned up and kissed the back of his neck. |
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Whatever. He could have been snogging Ruby Banner by now if he wasn't so interested in the mi-- OOMPH! HOLY FREAKING SNITCH. Despite stumbling forwards slightly, the sixteen year old's face lit up immediately when he heard that voice and felt that kiss at the back of his neck. "Ruuuuubes! Mmmm, that feels good" he said softly, before wiggling around to give her a proper hug. Just because. HEY! "Have you been spying on me?" Was he THAT irresistible? He was. Of course he was. |
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"Where DID you just come from anyway, you're early!" Which she didn't mind by the way. More Grayson time was a good thing in her eyes. She'd just come from the owlery herself, spending a bit of time with Zahra who'd insisted on talking there because she was sending stuff to Mikey and everything. Ruby wasn't such a fan and had taken precautions to be sure she wouldn't end up with owl poop on her. Couldn't risk that after all. She had missed a tiny feather that was stuck in her hair though, unbeknownst to her. |
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