|
|
Post by Rue Ribbery on Jan 14, 2008 16:08:38 GMT -5
Awakened by a nightmare,Rue sat up in his bed. Looking around his dorm room,he noticed his roommates were all still asleep. Shaking his head slowly as he slid out of his bed,he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep for sometime now. Gasping quietly as his feet hit the cold floor,he quickly got into his slippers,tossing his black hooded Bayer Leverkusen sweatshirt on before exiting his dorm.
Tip toeing down the stairs into the common room,he checked to make sure there was no one there to stop him from leaving. Seeing no one Rue made his way out of the common room and into the hall. He already knew where he wanted to go,he wanted to see the Mirror of Erised. He had heard other students talk about it and he wanted to see it for himself,what else was he going to do? He couldn't sleep and needed to get away from his bed.
After sometime searching for the room that held the mirror,he had finally found it. Pushing the door open just enough for him to poke his head in,scanning the room as best as he could. It was dark and that made it hard to see,but he saw it,in the corner furthest away from the door. Stepping into the room,he hadn't bothered closing the door behind him,his attention was on the mirror now.
When he got an arms length away,he sat down in front of the mirror. Sitting Indian style,he rested his hands on his knees,looking up at the mirror. All he saw was himself at the moment. "Is this it? How does this thing work?" he thought out loud.
|
|
|
|
Post by lalucediamore on Jan 18, 2008 16:45:09 GMT -5
Aife lay in bed, caressing Dorian who lay dozing beside her. She held her book to her face, desperately trying to make herself tired enough for sleep. She stretched as Henry explained to Dorian the beauty of his once love's imaginary life.
The girl never really lived, and so she has never really died, said Henry. To you at least she was always a dream, a phantom that flitted through Shakespeare's plays and left them lovelier for its presence, a reed through which Shakespeare's music sounded richer and more full of joy. The moment she touched actual life, she marred it, and it marred her, and so she passed away. Mourn for Ophelia, if you like. Put ashes on your head because Cordelia was strangled. Cry out against Heaven because the daughter of Brabantio died. But don't waste your tears over Sibyl Vane. She was less real than they are. She pitied the aristocrat's ability to view life, and thus death, in such a way. She lay the book down, lost in thought, until a log fell in the fire, causing the bright orange flames to shoot up into the chimney.
Aife sat, glancing about the room. Her roommates sighed softly in their sleep, dark mounds barely visible through the bed curtains. Dorian's head lifted, looking at her curiously. She gave up, and, hoisting herself from the bed, grabbed her thin cotton robe to pull on over her shirt and pajama pants. She pulled the tie into a knot, and, grabbing her wand, opened the door a crack. There was no one on the hall, all was silent. She crept down the stairs, into the common room, the great fire's reflection flickering over the walls. She didn't stay long enough to ponder the shapes forming over the high walls, and slipped into the larger corridor outside. It was dark, almost haunting, as the high moon glowed through the tall windows at the end. A clock chimed distantly, the sound thronging through the hallways, one, two, three times. Aife didn't need to call light from her wand, the halls were bright enough by the moonlight.
She climbed the steep stairs at the end of the passage, her digits grazing the balustrade as she moved slowly forward. She passed corridors, one after an other, and came finally to a door in one of the walls. It was left open, an eerie glow coming from within. She peeked inside, slowly pushing the door open. The wide, towering windows allowed the blue moon light to course through the room, reflecting off a rather large, beautifully gilt mirror. She walked towards the mirror, noticing for the first time that a boy sat before it, his head in his hands.
"Rue?" she asked, recognizing him from her Dark Arts class. "What are you doing?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Rue Ribbery on Jan 18, 2008 17:05:36 GMT -5
The voice had caught him completely off guard as he was lost in thought. He was startled,falling onto his back,he looked up and saw a familiar face from his Dark Arts class. "Aife? What are you doing here?" he asked from his position on the floor. Resting his hands on his chest,he showed no signs of wanting to get off of his back.
Realizing it was rude of him to ask her a question without answering the one presented by her. "I was um...checking out this mirror" he said,looking up at her with his dark brown eyes. It was dark in the room,but he had no problem seeing her,almost as if light was being provided by the mirror or some other source. Stretching his legs out,they just about reached the mirror.
Sighing quietly,he was glad he wasn't alone anymore. The mirror had provided nothing for him. He had heard stories of the mirror had shown others they wanted or desired,but all he saw was himself. Is that what he wanted? Himself? No,it couldn't be,Rue wanted friends and family being as he lacked them for the most part,with the exception of Aife here and a few others.
|
|
|
|
Post by lalucediamore on Jan 19, 2008 7:32:47 GMT -5
Aife sat beside Rue, level with his head. She glanced at the mirror, which towered over them a good seven feet. She looked into it, noticed their hazy reflections, and the blurred windows behind them. It seemed the room was meant only to store the mirror, and allowed plenty of viewing space. There was a fog, and it seemed like she could almost make out more than what was really there. She wasn't sure what, though. She turned to look at Rue, who asked what she was doing up. "Oh, erm. I just couldn't sleep", she said. Shrugging her shoulders, she leaned back on her hands. "I tried to read, you know, thinking that might help, but yeah. It didn't. Obviously." She gazed into the mirror, inspecting the foggy parts, while others seemed quite clear. It must not be a very good mirror, she thought. She looked down at Rue. "What's up with this mirror, anyway?" she asked. "Why have they assigned it a whole room for storage?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Rue Ribbery on Jan 19, 2008 11:36:38 GMT -5
He had agreed with her. It wasn't a very good mirror,was it? He knew what it did,but didn't know why it was granted its own room. He could think of over things that could of used their own room,but not this mirror. He sat up slowly,groaning quietly as he sat level with her now. "I was told that its supposed to show what you desire or want most,but all I see is me and you now" he said.
The mirror was a waste of time,unless he knew how to get it to work. He reached over and gave it a open palm smack against the side "work I say!" he exclaimed with a chuckle. A smile had formed on his face once he had done that.
|
|
|
|
Post by lalucediamore on Jan 19, 2008 12:33:57 GMT -5
Aife's jaw dropped as Rue hit his palm against the glass. "Rue!" she whispered loudly. "Don't do that, it could be Madam Maxime's for all you know." She giggled. "I see our reflections, and the room's. The only thing different is the fogginess. It isn't foggy in here", she noted. She moved onto her knees, crouching before the mirror, as she peered in, willing it to show her something. She dropped back on her bum. "Nothing", she said.
She inclined her head to survey the guilt frame. "Maybe it's twenty-four karat gold, or something", she said. "Or maybe the mirror itself is made of diamonds." She pressed her hand to the cool glass, it felt like ice beneath her fingers. She shook her head. "Nope, diamonds radiate heat. That's how you can tell if they are real or not. The mirror is freezing." She withdrew her hand, and folded her arms into her lap.
Aife looked at Rue skeptically. "You came here, at three in the morn, to check out a mirror?" she asked, her lips curving upward in a grin.
|
|
|
|
Post by Rue Ribbery on Jan 19, 2008 13:10:29 GMT -5
"Well Madam Maxine should get a mirror that works" he replied,giving the glass another hit with his palm. He hadn't noticed the fogginess at first,but now,he started to notice it. Why was it foggy in the mirror but not in the room,what exactly was this mirror he wondered. He looked behind him to make sure the room wasn't foggy,thinking it was his mind playing tricks on him.
He didn't notice how cold the mirror was until he rested a hand on the glass,immediately pulling it back. It felt as if he stuck his hand in a bucket of ice water. "Man,that is cold" he remarked as he sat like her,except he was rubbing his now cold hand,trying to re-warm it. "What do you think its made of?" he asked.
"Yeah,I figured no one would be here at three in the morning" he said "But apparently I was wrong" he added,giving her a gentle nudge to her side with his elbow,laughing quietly.
|
|
|
|
Post by lalucediamore on Jan 19, 2008 13:29:23 GMT -5
Aife laughed. "Yes, very wrong", she repeated. She leaned her back against the glass, tucking her robe in tighter. "The castle is so interesting at night", she said. "It's a little eerie, but almost..." she trailed off, trying to find a good word to complete the sentence. "Dreamlike?" she tried. "Yeah, dreamlike. That's it. You know, what with the bright halls and everything, you don't even need to light your wand." She looked out the window, noting the nail clip of a moon, and the few stars, dim against it's brightness. She sighed. "Erg. I feel tired, like I want to sleep, you know?" she told Rue. "But I just can't. It is so annoying."
|
|
|
|
Post by Rue Ribbery on Jan 19, 2008 14:00:57 GMT -5
He stretched his arms behind him,leaning on them,facing Aife. Every so often his eyes would gaze toward the mirror. Still he saw nothing but their reflections and that fog. "You're right,it is,but I never imagined I'd be spending part of my life in one." He said. "I haven't been able to sleep right for the past week or so" he added "It is annoying isn't it,when you can't sleep" he continued. For a moment,he thought he saw someone else in the mirror besides the two of them,standing up quickly,pointing to the mirror "There's someone in the mirror!" he exclaimed.
|
|
|
|
Post by lalucediamore on Jan 19, 2008 14:11:55 GMT -5
Aife heard Rue's exclamation, and, turning her head, knocked her nose into the mirror. She cursed, struggling to stand. She gazed into the mirror, rubbing the tip of her nose. "I don't see anything", she said. She backed up until she was a few feet from the mirror. She squinted. There was a little something, a bit of movement, but that was probably just the fog. "Rue, I don't see anything", she said, placing her hands on her hips.
|
|
|
|
Post by Rue Ribbery on Jan 19, 2008 14:39:07 GMT -5
"I swear,I just saw someone" he said as he got closer to the mirror,trying to inspect it,looking for the person he just saw. Realizing being directly in front of the mirror wouldn't help him,he took a few steps back. He still didn't see the figure he saw in the mirror. Was he seeing things? Was it due to how tired he was? Shaking his head in disbelief.
"Where did they go?" he thought aloud,turning around to look behind him. He saw nothing,the room was empty except for the two of them and the mirror,the door was still closed. "Aife,I saw someone,in the mirror,I'm not kidding" he pleaded.
|
|
|
|
Post by lalucediamore on Jan 22, 2008 18:12:54 GMT -5
Aife folded her arms. "Do not kid me, Rue Ribbery", she said, tapping her foot. She glared at him, then faltered as his face fell. She sat down, pulling her legs up Indian style. "I'm sorry", she said. "I am tired, but I can't sleep, which always frustrates me." She set her head resignedly in her hands, and looked back to the mirror.
"Maybe it only shows things to certain people", she said. She watched as the smokiness wafted higher, curling gracefully. "Or, maybe, it is just that you can only see what you want, not what someone else wants." She frowned, considering her point. If it only showed you what you wanted, then what was it she wanted? Smoke? Or did it just mean that she didn't want anything? Feeling slightly confused, she leaned back, resting her weight on her hands. "What do you think?" she asked Rue.
((Sorry it isn't very long, I wrote a whole bunch, like, paragraphs worth, and then my connection reset, and I lost it. So this is the best that my fangled, technologically abused mind could come up with.))
|
|
|
|
Post by Rue Ribbery on Jan 22, 2008 20:42:13 GMT -5
He shook his head furiously,"I'm not kidding" he said. He let out a sigh as he plopped down onto the ground near her. Folding his arms across his chest as he looked down. "Its alright,I'm tired too,maybe I'm seeing things" he said,staring at the mirror. He slumped forward a little bit,sighing again,why could he see it and she couldn't he thought to himself.
Taking what she said to thought,he leaped up onto his feet. "Aife,I got it! Stay in front of the mirror" he said as he jogged to the other side of the room. Leaning against the wall,he called out to her "watch the mirror! tell me if you see anything!". His voice echoed in the room.
(its ok)
|
|
|
|
Post by lalucediamore on Jan 31, 2008 10:11:53 GMT -5
Aife stayed where she was as Rue ran to the other side of the room. She sighed. Nothing is happening with this mirror, she thought. If only... but she paused. The air behind the mirror was stirring, and she could sense movement. Which is weird, because when can you sense movement from a supposedly inanimate object? She peered closer, her body leaning forward.
Aife saw... two people. One was very tall, very broad. The other was very short and very slight. They came closer, walking very slowly, tentatively, even. Finally, the taller one stepped into the light, the other following cautiously. Aife stood, and walked slowly to the mirror.
Her father, still tan and very boyish, stood before her, his copper hair mangled carelessly, clashing with the business suit she still remembered him leaving for work in. Her hand touched the glass, the icy chill spreading through her fingers. He just grinned, looking at her with sparkly eyes.
Aife looked at the woman next to him, her grandmother. She looked strange... different. She was smiling. Grinning. She was happy. "Grandmama?" she asked. She looked back and forth, between the two, incredibly confused. Her grandmother wasn't dead. So how was she next to her father inside this mirror? Horror crossed her features as she wondered if something had happened through the night. She glanced at her grandmother, who was shaking her head. Did she know what Aife was thinking?
She remembered Rue, and shot him a horrified glance. "I don't... I don't get it. What is it?" she asked him. She looked back at the mirror, the two people watching her like she was a fish in an aquarium. Her eyes narrowed as she fought to comprehend the impossibility before her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Rue Ribbery on Jan 31, 2008 13:51:30 GMT -5
He walked jogged back over to her when he saw her glance. "Aife,you ok?" he asked her as he came to a stop next to her. He put a hand on her shoulder,expressing general concern. "You saw someone didn't you? I knew it,I'm not crazy" he exclaimed. Looking at the mirror,he saw no one however. Not even the figure he had saw earlier.
Why was it that he had seen a person earlier and not now. What is with this mirror he thought to himself. He tapped his lips gently as he tried to come to a conclusion,but he couldn't determine what it was that this mirror could do yet. "You said 'grandma'...did you see her?" Rue asked her,curious as to who it was she had seen. The shadowy figure he had seen hadn't revealed themselves to him yet,so he didn't know who it was he saw.
Looking down at the floor,Rue closed his eyes. He was racking his brain as to what this mirror did. "Maybe the mirror shows you who you want to see?" he thought out loud,looking to Aife for some input.
|
|
