* MIRROR REFLECTIONS, [c]

[claire]

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she said hey there sister,
IT'S REALLY REALLY NICE TO MEET YOU
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Clarice Belby walked in a slow pace as she strolled along the sixth floor corridors. As a sixth yer she had known her way well enough to know which floors were occupied the most and when. While the girl roamed the seventh corridor just days before, the blonde now set forth on the sixth floor without much a care in the world. While other girls were scared out of their minds to wander the halls all on their own Claire was the exact opposite. She loved the taste of danger every now and again, and while she didn't seek it, she was plenty happy by simply running into it. However it was days before that the Slytherin had run into that of Blaze Dolohov. He was charming and she had known long before meeting him that he slept around. She known all those things and yet she continued to aimlessly flirt back with the man just a year older then herself.

It was a nice thing to run into mid-evening, and while she walked around the sixth corridor, clearly cutting class, she couldn't help but wonder what would be in store for her today. After all wandering the halls was much better then the DADA class she was currently missing. After all, she wouldn't need to defend herself against dark arts if she was going to being on the side that used such cruel magic. The only reason she was taking it was to gain ways to defend herself in crazy situations and because it was required by her parents. They simply thought if they kept her in classes that she wouldn't go off and do something completely out of control. However, Claire was so different then her siblings. It was her younger brother who was always doing the right thing and followed the chivalry act. It made her sick, and while she would love to date a guy like him, just to screw around with his feelings, she would never understand what anyone would see in her brother. As for Claire's older sister it was safe to say she was a genius. She was a Ravenclaw, and unlike Claire paid a great deal of attention to her classes. However it was Claire that had more common sense then the older seventh year. For her sister was always reading books while Clarice was out in the world building her own sense of smarts.

So while it may not have been wise for her to skip class today, she choose to live a bit on the wild side and stake her claim. Her eyes seemed to trail the corridor, looking for something to catch her eye or her ear as she walked. There wasn't anything interesting inside but it was quite rainy now with April here and she wasn't in the mood to be outside. Her eyes fixated on the window a little ways up ahead, in a spare classroom. She bit her lip as she walked slowly toward the room. If there wasn't anything else to do then she might as well get a few stolen glaces outside the window. Inside the classroom, Claire quickly pulled her sweater around her body and looked out at the wet grounds and the spare kids who walked through to wherever they were going. She let out a small laugh as she watched, wishing that she wasn't alone.

talking to helena in 564 words,
while wearing this number.

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[rury]

>> C L I C K E R S <<

Helena Greyback was topped with work. Essay after essay, test after test. Could this get any more worse for her? She had been up in her dormitory reading her bosom off. Sure, she finished her O.W.Ls and passed with exceedingly high grades. However, the work never stopped for the girl. She was lying on her stomach, reading an extract from the 'Dementors' section of her Defense Against the Dark Arts book. She flipped through the pages, her eyes attempting not to fall asleep. She had been up all night trying to study for Potions. Silly old girl studied her brain off. She was trying her best to get excel in her studies so that she would become an auror. Good thing her father didn't know or he would have her head off for such a 'crime'. Her father was dead. This thought always formed a lump in the middle of her poor throat.

It was then, she noticed, she had to meet Jack. She gasped, quickly pulling herself up off the bed. She grabbed almost all her books and rushed out of the dormitory. How could she forget? Oh, she was in for a great deal this time. She ran down the steps that led into the common room. She quickly rushed out of the Hufflepuff common room, dodging as many people as possible. Oh, what a pain, she thought. She almost got shoved onto a wall. Ye-owch, that hurt. Good thing her books didn't fall or that would have been a true mess. She panted for her breath. There were so many students rushing past her. That was probably due to the fact that it was the week-end. She quickly reached onto some random lever hanging out. When she finally gripped it, her pull was too hard. She suddenly felt the floor of the Seventh level detach and she found herself falling down from it. "Ahhh!" she screamed.

She finally collapsed, but not onto land, onto a person. She huffed a hair out of her face. She must have landed on the sixth floor. She quickly glanced at her books. They were sprawled everywhere. She quickly got up, beginning to pick her books up, not bothering to look at the person. "I'm so sorry! I hope I haven't fractured anything," she said, worriedly. She picked up her final piece of paper, turning to look at the person she had fallen on. Her eyes widened. W-What? The person looked exactly like her. Her mouth slightly dropped open. Her books fell out of her arms. She took a step forward. "Woah.." she poked the person's cheek quite absent mindedly. "Could it be..?" she asked herself.

[claire]

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she said hey there sister,
IT'S REALLY REALLY NICE TO MEET YOU
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Upon growing bored of the window and the students who had lives out in the rain, the blond haired girl walked away. She shook her head softly as she walked a bit bummed that she hadn't found anything remotely interesting on the sixth floor. Her steps quickened in pace as she let her feet carry her to the steps, not really letting her gaze move from the floor in which they were transfixed on. She bit her lip lightly as she pulled her sweater around the core of her body to keep in a bit of heat. Although she wasn't in a rush to go anywhere she was heading toward the dungeons, and hoped to meet Scarlette along the way. She needed a drink and the girl always had the craziest plans in mind, so when the pair were placed together things always seemed to explode.

However as she reached the stairs there was something a little bit off, and the blond heard the scream before she actually felt it. The scream caused Claire to look abruptly up for it to only be too late because before she caught sight of the falling girl, that said girl was on top of her. She yelped out in pain as the weight of the other girl, though not much, impacted her body. Talk about a klutz- and Clarice thought she was bad. "It's fine, just hurry up off me," she said as she tried to wiggle out from underneath the girl, a flush of color on her pretty little cheeks, a she took in the fresh oxygen and focused on her breathing. She brushed off her outfit and clung to her upper right forearm, which hurt with serve pain, "I'm hoping everything's alright as well," she said as she flexed her wrist and her legs, just to make sure everything could properly move.

Clarice was trying her best not to be aggravated, because honestly things like this didn't happen that often. It was a weird experience to live through, and what was she going to have to tell her friends, 'Oh the other day I was on the moving staircase and this kltuz of a girl fell from the floor above and squished me.' Now that would be a story, one that people wouldn't believe, luckily she had the bruises to prove it. As the girl grabbed her stuff, Clarice almost went down to help her, but in the end the girl was much quicker and had everything up in a flash. "I guess I was glad to break you-" but fall got cut off as the girl had finally stood fully up to face Clarice. Now some wouldn't get cut off at such a simple statement but this circumstance was different because, as Claire's lips formed a perfect 'O', she stood staring at the face that she saw every morning in the mirror. What the hell was going on? Was this a let's creep Clarice Belby out day? As the other girl pinched her cheek, Claire just stared in both curiosity and hesitation. If she was related to this girl then obviously there was something that was off about her previous history. "How in the world-? Why do you-?" she tried to speak but her phrases were cut off in anyway possible. This was not possible- it just wasn't.

"Could it be what?" she asked hoping the girl before her had some explanation for why they had the same face. Obviously the only thing that came to Clarie's mind was that they were related. Actually she had a fear that they were more then related but twins and the idea was something that Clarice couldn't wrap her head around. "Do you have any idea why I'm staring at my reflection right now? Is it 'let's freak out Clarice day'?" Then there came the question of why hadn't they run into each other before, "You wouldn't happen to be a sixth year would you?" She asked the question but already had an idea of the answer. Was there even an explanation for something like this? She wasn't sure but she wanted one, and she wanted one now. If Clarice thought she needed a night out with Scarlette after the recent events she surely needed one now.

talking to helena in 727 words,
while wearing this number.

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[rury]

>> C L I C K E R S <<

She quickly stopped poking her mirror's cheek since it had been looking quite awkward. At the corner of her eyes, she could see people staring at them as if they were both completely insane. Whoever this girl was, it was like Helena had some deep connection with her. She locked eyes with the other girl, feeling completely and utterly shocked at such an event. Who was this girl? Where did she come from? Was Helena just hallucinating or something along those lines? She took a few steps back, not taking her eyes off the girl. She must have looked like a complete idiot.

"Who are you?" she muttered, absent mindedly. Scare Clarice Belby away? Oh, so that must have been her name. Clarice Belby. Helena shook her head quite quickly, "No, no. I have no idea what 'scary Clarice Belby day' is. But all I know is that I am, at the moment, staring at my own relfection. However I'm contradicting whether this is my own reflection or not because whenver I move, it doesn't it copy my movement." she spoke absent-mindedly again. The girl might have thought that Helena was talking to herself at that moment. Half the time, Helena had not one idea what she was talking about because she was so mesmerized by what was standing in front of her own blue eyes.

Blue eyes. Full lips. Flawless skin. Blonde hair. The girl was an exact copy of her. This scared Helena terribly. "My name is Helena. Helena Greyback," she said, softly. "and I do happen to be a sixth year." she continued. Her voice was barely hearable. Helena was shocked. "And before I lose complete balance... when were you born?" she asked.

[claire]

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she said hey there sister,
IT'S REALLY REALLY NICE TO MEET YOU
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Although only sixteen, childhood felt like a nonexistent memory to the blond haired, blue eyed Slytherin. She felt much different and much older then she was only six years ago. At ten, Clarice was nothing but a carefree girl with no goals and not a single ambition to her name. Claire didn't have enemies or a love life. To her at that age, boys had cooties and girls didn't have bitch fights to pass the time. There weren't people vying for the attention of a queen bee and girls hurting each other wasn't even thought of as a form of entertainment. Things were simple and mistakes could be forgiven with an 'I'm sorry' and a hug. Clarice tried to think back to a time when this form of forgiveness changed- when sorry didn't have the same impact that it had when she was a child. Clarice figured that sometimes, no matter how much you said the word, 'I'm sorry' just never was meant to the fullest possibility of sincerity. After all if you did something to the best of your ability, then you did it for a reason- even if you didn't mean to hurt someone in the process. And it seemed ambition and doing everything to the best of your ability was a big thing when it came to the lives of Slytherins, and it seemed that finding out who this girl was would be Claire's next big challenge.

Clarice was never a girl, however, who could concentrate on one specific thing at a time. Her mind seemed to snap from one thing to another, but as she stood in front of this Helena Greyback girl, she couldn't help but realize that this situation was beyond the ordinary. This was her reflection for pities sake and she hadn't a clue as to why. Clarie's parents hadn't said anything to her about a sister, had they not known? Did they think she was dead? How come they gave up on baby and kept her? That wasn't right. The Greyback part of the scenario had hit her a bit later though. A Greyback? How the hell did she have affiliation to the Greybacks? Oh dear Merlin, what had her mother gotten herself into? "A Greyback?" She then shook her head, "Well Obviously I'm not a reflection I'm talking to you, and I'm pretty sure you sprained my wrist from your fall," the blond said as she held her wrist in her arms loosely, as she fiddled with it.

Then Helena said she was a sixth year, and to Clarice that was enough evidence to prove they were loosing their minds. "I was born on October 15, how about you?" She asked the question in return biting her lip, even though she figured that it was the same. How else would this be explained? After all she hadn't cloned herself, or tried a spell, this was just to weird and the blonde didn't like it one bit. She had to get back to the common room, she felt, quite honestly, like she couldn't breathe. "How can you even exist? My parents never said anything about a missing sibling- not once in my life, let alone a twin sister for that matter," she spoke as she ran a hand through her semi-curled locks. Something as big as a missing twin sister had to have an explanation or some acknowledgment, so how come Calrice hadn't known?

talking to helena in 570 words,
while wearing this number.

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so i just took the birthday from helena's app and changed in on the birthday list. hope that's okay ^_^[/center]