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Post by lalucediamore on Jan 31, 2008 13:59:45 GMT -5
Aife watched as the figures in the mirror faded as Rue came closer. She nodded, half listening to Rue, half searching the icy glass. They were gone. She looked at Rue, who was still speaking. "Erm, yeah. My grandmother. My dad, too", she muttered. She shivered, feeling very discombobulated. She was very confused. "It may be just people I would want to see", she said. "But why would it not show my mother, or my sisters?" she asked. "This is too confusing", she said, shaking her head. She looked at Rue. "It isn't dead people, right? I mean, as far as I know, my grandmother is definitely not dead", she told him. She was still at odds, caught off guard by the mirror. The frost inside it still stirred slowly, but there wasn't anything there. She sighed. "Why don't you look, Rue?" she asked. "See if you can get anything." She walked away from the mirror, and leaned against the cold stone wall.
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Post by Rue Ribbery on Jan 31, 2008 17:07:52 GMT -5
He nodded at her suggestion,standing in front of the mirror,a few feet back. He slid his hands into his pockets,waiting for something or someone to appear. He didn't have to wait long however as the figure he had saw earlier had returned. The figure would grow closer towards him in the glass,he had to do a double take as the figure soon turned out to be his mother. She had a smile on her face,she always did,maybe thats where he got it from.
"Mom!" he exclaimed as he practically ran towards the mirror,an extended hand hit the glass of the mirror,stopping him from getting any closer. Thats when he realized she wasn't really there. She was only there because he wanted her there. Taking a few steps back before he fell back on his rear,he was stunned,there were countless things he wanted to say,but there was no point. He knew she was gone and what he was seeing was just a product of the mirror,it knew not of his mothers voice,her laughter,just her image.
His head sunk down into his hands,fighting back tears. What was the point of this mirror if he couldn't speak to the people he saw. Inside,he just wanted to break the mirror,but he knew he couldn't.
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Post by lalucediamore on Feb 2, 2008 13:06:34 GMT -5
Aife watched Rue, his expression hesitant, but expecting. There wasn't anything there yet, she knew. Finally, his eyes narrowed, his posture changing to one of impatience. She remembered her own figures, coming slowly, one stepping slowly into the light, and the other following. She knew what he was seeing. His eyes widened, shock registering on his face. He ran forward, crying the word mom. His outstretched hand clashed with an icy clang against the glass, his feet halted at the foot of the frame.
Aife's heart went out to him, as the different emotions fleeted across his features. She folded her arms, resting against the stone as she gave him space. She could almost sense the same drastic emotions she'd experience only minutes before, the tension ebbing from Rue, as he surveyed the face in the mirror. He gathered his face in his hands, his shoulders taught with anxiety.
She wasn't sure if she should say anything. She didn't know his past. She let him stand, the figure of his mother probably still poised within the massive mirror. Finally, she whispered his name, cautiously, hoping he was ok. She took a hesitant step forward, and stopped. He stood in stony silence, his posture hard as sarsen.
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Post by Rue Ribbery on Feb 2, 2008 15:06:00 GMT -5
"I'm...I'm fine Aife"he said,giving her a wave to come join him,sighing quietly. He lifted his head out of his hands for the time being. Wiping his eyes with his sleeve before she could got any closer. He didn't like people to see him in this state,he was always cheerful and to be seen like this...he hated it. "I think I figured out what the mirror does" he said to her.
He had come to the conclusion that the mirror provides you with what you want the most. He had desired to see his mother so he got his mother,the same with Aife he figured. What was the purpose of the mirror though he thought. "I don't get this thing" he said,still wanting to break it.
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Post by lalucediamore on Feb 5, 2008 4:12:51 GMT -5
Aife narrowed her eyes, watching Rue's expression carefully. She didn't quite believe that he was fine, but walked slowly to his side as he gestured to her. She saw him move his sleeve across his face, but respectfully ignored the gesture. He's probably the type of guy to be manly and hide his feelings she thought. She forced a soft smile as she listened to his words. "What do you think?" she asked. "I mean, if it shows dead people, I'd like to know."
She thought for a moment. "Should I call Basil? I can send my grandmother a letter with him... but that wouldn't even get here for an other day..." Aife slumped to sit against the mirror, her words trailing off as her worries over took her. "I mean, what if something has happened? What if it's something that can't be helped... I mean, not that many people would hurt her, but I have a feeling some of those Muggle women didn't like her very much", she muttered forcefully. "Not that they could do much about her... she knows magic... she can beat them... oh my. What if she's sick? She can't go... what about my sister? She's just moved in there... she needs to do her lessons... how would I know what happened? I should have brought that damn mirror... the quickest way... why on earth... I would know immediately... I should have brought it... I am so stupid..." Aife's words traveled on carelessly, her mind creating endless means of demise for her grandmother. Her forehead wrinkled, her usually smooth features now stressed with lines.
Aife stood up, and turned to face the mirror, still muttering to herself. "I need to know... if she's ok. I mean, the mirror should tell me, right? She seemed to nod to me before..." her words jumbled together as she roamed her hands over the glass, trying to peer closer, to feel the smokiness... to find her grandmother, or even her father, for an answer. She began to tap on the glass, her palm slapping against the icy surface, her face frenzied with hope. She needed an answer... it was the quickest way. That was it... the quickest way. An owl would do her no good... she needed the mirror. If only it would work. She began to hit the pane harder with the butt of her palm. Smacking sounds filled the room as she filled with wild desperation.
Tears stung at the dams of her eyelids, overflowing as her need for the mirror grew. "Come on!" she cried. "Work! You damn mirror! Work work work!" she begged. She groaned... it was useless. The mirror was absolutely horrid. She hated it. Yet it was becoming almost impossible for her to tear herself away from the mirror, to regain control of her normally calm demeanor. She kicked at the frame and stubbed her toes on the hard metal. The pain urged her on, her anger strengthening her resolve. She felt like an interrogator... she needed something from the b**tard of a mirror, and she was going to get it.
((erm. got a little carried away. hope it's okay...))
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Post by Rue Ribbery on Feb 5, 2008 20:40:16 GMT -5
Standing up,he rolled his sleeves up past his elbow. "It shows you who,and maybe what,you want to see." He offered her. He had come to this conclusion when he had saw his mother and she,her grandmother and her father. "I could be wrong,but it seems to be a solid theory." he continued. There was a good chance he could be wrong,but there could also be an equal chance that he was right,he was hoping he was right.
Before he could say anymore,he stood there in silence as she hit the mirror,stunned. He had never seen her,nor anyone he met here,act like that. Is that what the mirror did as well? Anger people? He shook that off,if that was the case,he too should be infuriated. Rue decided to give her a moment to realize that the mirror wouldn't help her.
The moment had passed and yet she was still assaulting the mirror. This is when he decided to step in,darting over to her,he grabbed her arm,but not too hard,just hard enough to get her to stop hitting the mirror. "Aife Aife,calm down,please" he pleaded,not wanting to let her arm go. "It doesn't work that way and hitting it certainly won't do anything but hurt you" he added. Rue had hated seeing people like this,especially his friends.
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Post by lalucediamore on Feb 8, 2008 21:00:16 GMT -5
Aife felt a soft tug on her arm, and looked down at the offensive pressure. She followed the arm, over the shoulder, and to the face of her friend. "I... I don't. What...?" she muttered in confusion. She looked at the mirror, then down at her hands. They were red, and sore. Her head cleared, as if she'd been in a fog. She looked back at the mirror, and took a deep breath. "I don't think I like that thing", she said. "No matter what it shows." Her breathing slowed, a dull head ache grew in it's place. She placed her hand on her head, applying pressure where she thought it might help. "I think... it messes with you", she said.
Aife turned away from the mirror, she didn't want to look at it anymore. She shook her head slowly, still trying to sort the feelings surging through her. "I don't know what to think", she said. She walked to the wall and sat down, carefully facing away from the mirror. "It isn't a good thing", she said. "That much is obvious."
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Post by Rue Ribbery on Feb 9, 2008 19:20:30 GMT -5
He sat down with her,making sure to block her view of the mirror altogether. Horrid thing that thing was. He had no idea why people raved about it,those people obviously haven't suffered a loss he thought. "If it messes with you,why would the other students rave about it?" he asked her,he wasn't disagreeing with her,but he wasn't agreeing with her either. "The real question is why would they allow students to use such a thing" he added.
What a dumb idea he thought,thinking of his idea to come see the mirror. Of course over the course of his life he had various dumb ideas,this one took the cake however. The mirror had caused him a bit of pain he did not need,the same could be said for Aife. In a way,he felt partly responsible for how she felt at the moment.
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Post by lalucediamore on Feb 10, 2008 16:54:29 GMT -5
Aife shook her head, and mused over her friend's question. "I don't know..." she said. "But if they are glad of it, then what it shows cannot always be bad. Or maybe they just take it a certain way." She looked out the window, the moon was significantly lower than it had been when she'd first entered the room. "What time is it?" she asked. She pulled her timepiece out, her brows furrowed as she figured the time. She smiled at Rue. "Well... I guess I'm not sleeping tonight", she said.
She felt a bit tired, but strangely hyper at the same time. "I've pulled all nighters before, though. So it's all right", she said. She was sure it would be okay... she could go to class and then after her last one, she could go to sleep. The day after was Saturday, so she could catch up then. She looked out the window again, noting the sky's lighter shade of navy. "The sun will be up in a few hours..." she said absently.
Aife turned to her friend. "What do you have to do today?" she asked. She hoped she hadn't kept Rue from much needed sleep. It would be horrible if he had to walk around like a zombie all day, trying desperately to stay awake.
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Post by Rue Ribbery on Feb 10, 2008 22:48:42 GMT -5
He sighed quietly as he put a hand on her knee,rubbing it gently. A smile had returned to his face for the first time since they looked into the mirror. "The only thing I have to do today is make sure you're alright" he said,trying to reassure her. He was returning to his normal self,smiling,doing what he normally does. He could deal with a lack of sleep,he could deal with most things.
In reality,he had nothing to do that day. Sure he had class,but he didn't mind,he would sleep in the back of the classroom. School work could come later,when he had a nap or something. That was typical Rue,putting others before himself.
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Post by lalucediamore on Feb 16, 2008 16:33:13 GMT -5
Aife grinned, her eyes raising at Rue's comment. "I am positive I'm not the most important thing on your to do list today", she said, nudging him gently in his side. She picked absently at the fraying material of her pajama pants, thinking of what they should do now. A low grumble stirred her innards and she looked up at her friend. "Do you think the dining hall is open?" she asked. Her hands withdrew her timepiece from the pocket of her robe, it's silvery chain trailing after it. The creme face read nearly five o'clock, and she heard a distant chime echo the time.
Her eyes returned to Rue. "I guess it wouldn't be. But I'm feeling a wee bit hungry", she told her friend. She thought for a moment, considering their options. She'd heard that the house elves were particularly helpful to hungry students. "How about the kitchens?" she asked. "Would you like to go and get something to eat?" She studied his expression, trying to gage whether or not he liked the idea.
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Post by Rue Ribbery on Feb 17, 2008 21:48:54 GMT -5
He gave her a gentle nudge in return,chuckling a bit. "You're my friend,you're always on my to do list" he said with a smile. His stomach rumbled as well,seemed as if his stomach liked the idea of going to the dining chamber. "I don't think its open yet,its still too early" he responded,placing his hands on his stomach.
He nodded in response to her question. "That sounds good and I think my stomach would agree with you." He answered with a chuckle. The kitchens,that wasn't a bad idea. He wasn't that hungry,but he could always do with some food. After all,he was a growing boy.
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Post by lalucediamore on Feb 24, 2008 1:33:57 GMT -5
Aife smiled at Rue's comment. "Don't let Lizzy hear that..." she teased. His expression was shocked, so she held her hands up, laughing. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding... Don't hurt me", she cried comically. She frowned as he admitted the dining hall would be closed at this hour, but smiled when he agreed to run with her to the kitchens.
Aife stood, shaking dust off her robe and pants. "All right, let's go see what the elves have for us", she said, and opened the door to let Rue go first. He tried the awkward "ladies first" gesture, but she merely shook her head. "I don't really know where the kitchens are... you go ahead", she said. As they left the room, she turned one last time to glance at the mirror that stood innocently against the wall. She felt that she wouldn't mind it if she never saw the horrid thing again...
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