Well, why not a mirror? People came here to look at themselves, so they could stop and look at his poster too, and be all impressed by Carter Phillips who WAS an awesome Quidditch player after all.

West held the remaining stack of posters under his chin, pressed against his chest, and stuck up one of them on the glass. Right in the middle. Straight too. Sort of had to do these things straight, right? West figured so. Here was hoping his poster was cool enough to get votes.

Not because he cared about the election but because he liked his poster. That was pretty much all the reason for it. West headed along the corridor with the last three posters. Where to next?