 Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
This term had given Norman a lot to think about. He always thought his polar opposite would be a cruel tyrant like Lucien Rosier, but his mirror image was nothing like that! He wasn’t sure what to make of it. Was it because that level of evil was beyond even the worst version of himself? Or because he had more in common with the man than he cared to admit?
Then there was the way the students responded to his other half… well, before his antics became too over the top anyway. He thought his fun side had died long ago with his wife. Maybe there was a way to bring it back - not to the point of singing and skipping through the halls like an overexcited child, but some element of fun.
The transfiguration professor was lost in thought as he approached the staff dais. “Good evening, all,” he greeted, nodding politely to each person in turn. His eyes lingered on Dhruv for a second, giving them a knowing look. He could somewhat relate to being ashamed of one’s mirror image. He took his place at the far end of the dais, looking out at the house tables. So far, so good. Clean castle, students and staff acting normal, and no sign of shenanigans!
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |