Her face harden when he told her what was wrong. She hated how judgmental people were. "You listen to me Jake. You are the awesomest person in this school. You never let anyone tell you anything different. If that have a problem with that you send them to me. This world is full of people who are scared of anything different, you just have to stand up and tell them you are proud of who you are and they can jump off a cliff if they don't like it." She told him.

Her heart was going to break into pieces. "Well Jake sometimes you have to make your family outside of the one you were born with. and I know my mom and dad would be thrilled to have you. I've got a little brother that you remind me of. I mean some people aren't meant to be parents you know. That doesn't make them bad people. Just not parent material you know." She said to him softly. Jake was hurting right now and she wasn't so good with emotional situations. "Well Jake. I'm your friend and thats how its going to be." She told him firmly. Everyone should have a friend. Even that horrible Agie had friends and if she had friends well then Satan did too and that meant there was hope for anyone.

She was quiet for a minute trying to picture how it felt to be alone. It was a feeling she never wanted to experience first hand. She mat hate sometimes having 6 brothers and sisters, but she couldn't live without them.

She looked up as Theo walked into the room. "Hello Theo." She smiled at him.

"Well..." Jake tilted his head to the side. "It's a different kind of mirror. I could tell you what it shows, but I wouldn't know what it shows for you..."

Jake looked up at the frame and smiled. "Take a look."

Jake nodded at Paris' words. "Yeah... people just don't like different... even though nobody is the same..." Jake shrugged. He'd dealt with this for as long as he could remember, had always shut himself off. It was only looking back that he saw stuff for real.

"I have made... a bunch of friends," Jake replied. "But none of them will think of me the same I think of them..." he replied. Smiling at Paris who was being all nice and stuff. "My mum isn't a bad person, she just... works... and finds it awkward is all. By the way... you, my dear Paris, are awesomeeeeee."

Theo smiled as he was addressed by the other person. It was Paris. "Hello Paris."

He frowned again. He didn't understand. "Ok then." He stood up and looked into the mirror. He saw a tall man, that he didn't recognise. He was a Slytherin, like Theo was. "I think I see me. But I am really really tall. So it can't be me. I will never be that tall."

"How have you been Theo. Haven't seen much of you lately since you started running after Lyra." She said with a smirk on her face.


She nodded her head. "The world would suck and be a very boring place if we were all the same." She told him. She liked being different from people. She sometimes went out of her way to be different. Like at the Black and White Ball, she had worn a red Valentino gown.

"Well sometimes someone means more to you than you do to them. But trust me, Jake. You mean as much to me as one of my own brothers." She smiled as his words and leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Thanks Jake." She smiled.

Jake nodded. "It's called the Mirror of Erised," Jake explained, listening to what Theo was seeing. "You see what you desire... how tall are you, then?" Jake asked, wondering if he had found a second person he was taller than, or not.

Jake smiled at Paris. "People will have to put up with having a friend who likes them morrrrre then..." then she kissed him.

"Nyaawwwww.... Paris... yer makin' me blush and whatnot..." Jake grinned. "Is there a sign on my cheek saying 'will wrestle lips for lip-gloss' or something?"

But Jake laughed anyway, feeling better already.

Theo shook his head, "I don't run anywhere. And Lyra was being nice to me. She was being a friend."

"I am only this big," he said, raising his hand to his head, to represent his height. "Everyone else seems to be taller than me."

Alex walked into the secret room with parchment and paper in hand. She nooded hello to the students there and quickly conjured up a comfy chair and sat down to sketch the long lost mirror.

About half way through her drawing, she stood up and walked over to the mirror once again, 'One more look couldn't hurt.' For a few more minutes she gazed into the mirror with a smile on her face, her eyes seeming to twinkle more and more as the minutes passed. Suddenly she whirled around and sat back down in her chair, legs crossed Indian style, and began drawing once again in ernest.

Jake nodded slowly at slowly at Theo. Well... that wasn't exactly helpful... but the guy spoke the truth.

As Jake opened his mouth to say something, the portrait opened again, and he immediately forgot. Professor Pierce entered the room and started drawing and gandering (word?) and drawing again.

Suspicious.

Antonio walked past the room once again. Something was drawing him back inside, an urge to take just one more look into the mirror, it was the opportunity of a lifetime. What could it hurt?

As if in a dream, he walked through the door. He was surprised to see Professor Pierce there, apparently making a sketch of the mirror. There were a few students there, as well. "Oh, hello," he said to the group. Why had he thought this room would be completely empty, with all the mystery surrounding it? "I just wanted to see it for myself, one last time." He smiled.

Walking over towards the mirror, he looked deeply into it again, just wanting to be sure that the thing he had seen the first time was the same, that his vision or dream hadn't changed. He saw the same thing this time as he had then, so it was enough. If only he could attain that which he saw! It was as if he felt some mysterious power flowing into him as he stared into the mirror, something he hadn't noticed the first time he had looked, but he knew he couldn't stay here forever.

"Good day, I suppose I must get back to my classroom," he muttered, and walked out of the room.

Theo frowned. This was rather odd. He was there, sitting with two people. He didn't even know where he was, and now they were being harassed by two teachers. Well not harassed. First a lady. Then the Muggle Professor. He just sat really still. Trying not to breathe, much.

Ludo stared as he entered a room behind the portrait. Having spent almost six years at Hogwarts he was used to surprises, and this was definitly high on his list.
The room was dimly lit, and it was simple to say what was hidden here. A mirror, set precisely in center of the room. Ludo did not approach it. If his parents had taught him anything, the number one rule was to avoid magical objects you were unfamiliar with. From where he stood, Ludo could make out strange etchings around the glass, most likely a language he did not know.

He was about to step closer, when he saw he was not alone in the room. A chair was not far from him. And in it sat a familiar woman marking on parchment. His eyes widened.

"Oh! Professor Pierce! Err...I...I'm not sure what's going on." He voiced to the Transfiguration Professor. A thought sprang to mind and his eyes widened more. "Am I out of bounds?? Oh Proffessor, I'm sorry if I am. I can leave...just please don't let Ravenclaw House suffer from my stupid curiosity."
His breath caught in his thought at the thought of punishment. Ludo'd done well to avoid it on most occassions over the years. Though he spoke to the Professor...he couldn't help but bring his gaze back to the interesting mirror.

Alright, enough was enough. Anastasia had heard about a giant mirror on the sixth floor. A big, spankin' huge shiny piece of work that had her name written all over it. It was a fact that gorgeous people enjoyed looking at themselves in reflective surfaces - and the Mirror of Erised, if it really existed, was too tempting for Bunbury to miss.

She found herself wandering along the sixth floor with the latest issue of The Quill tucked under her arm, trying to sneak along the corridor in a high pair of PINK Prada heels.

Alright, where's the mirror? Mirror mirror on the wall, Bunbury thought to herself, eying the hallway slowly from left to right. She snuck farther down the hallway, tracing along the wall with one hand.

Then she felt something. Weren't portraits supposed to be smooth and flawless? Then why was there a door handl---

"AHA!" Bunbury exclaimed as she pushed through the portrait of a dragon and into a room behind it. "The Mirror of Erised! At lasssst!" Anastasia stopped just inside the door and clapped her hands, simpering at her reflection from afar. She was absolutely ignoring all the children and professors and whatever else happened to be inside - it was all about that mirror.

And that reflection. Don't I look good. Annie would have to be get closer now....her blue eyes locked on her own eyes in the mirror, Anastasia took an automatic step towards it. She had to figure out who were those handsome men surrounding her reflection, all of them holding out different pairs of shoes.....oh....so dreamy....

Lyra slipped inside the room, her eyes shifting from side to side. There were already a few people who knew it was opened since they were inside but, her eyes fell upon the professors in the room as well. Well, if something happened, at least she knew that she would be safe but still, Agie was not here to help her at the moment. She walked backwards towards the wall and stood in the shadow of the room and watched everyone for a bit. She wanted to look in that mirror once more and see his handsome face.

And OMG! Her favorite Professor in the whole world, Professor Bunbury. She snickered to herself as she knew the professor knew her reflection quite well. But then..."pinkkkkkkkkkkkkkk" she whispered to herself as she saw the shoes on her feet. Her eyes widened as a smile curved on her lips. Forget the mirror, it was all about the pink!

Upon hearing the Ravenclaws voice, she looked up and said, "Hi!" with enthusiasm to match her bright, cheery smile.

"Oh dont worry dear, you arent out of bounds. And Ravenclaw house wont suffer." she said her smile and voice fading back to normal. "What do you guys think of the mirror?"

She nodded to her felow professors and smiled in greeting.

Constantine couldn't help it; the shininess of that mirror was so captivating and mesmorizing. It was like it was pulling the strings, walking him back to the room. He wanted to see...he wanted to know...

Not even paying attention to what was happening in the room, he walked right past everybody and headed straight for the mirror. He slowed down once he got close enough, his eyes staring in disbelief at what was before him in the Mirror of Erised.

Pushing Bunbury aside a little, he got as close as he could manage. There was Madison...and a child. At the sight of it, a strange feeling passed through him, causing him to shiver lightly. He had to look away...

Shutting his eyes tightly, he turned and stumbled away from the mirror. Sweet merlin...where was this headache coming from?

Agie quietly gasped once she saw all the professors. What was going on in here? Agie couldn't see Lyra anywhere. She was there just a second ago! Slowly, she backed up against the wall so she could not be seen, deep into the shadows. That is when she stood on something.

Agie jumped and turned around. It was Lyra. "Oh, there you are." Agie whispered. "Oh, sorry about your foot." Agie couldn't help but to smirk a little, for the thing she had stood on was Lyra's foot.

"Wait up, Lyra!" Anna fussed, slipping into the room right after her friend. Anna hadn't heard any news on this little room in quite a few days, but if Lyra Noir was paying it a visit, someone else had to be happening! Anna followed Lyra's gaze, looking all around the room and focusing on the professors who'd made their way inside, as well. "What are you doing?" Anna asked, slipping into the shadows right alongside Lyra. If anyone had any news, it'd be Lyra. Anna didn't want to be sneaking around---she wanted to be out and about getting a good, firsthand look at all the action this room had to offer.

When Lyra whispered the word "pink," Anna knew that she'd lost her friend for the time being. Lyra was getting caught up in that mirror's fantasy once again. Rolling her eyes at her friend, Anna stepped out of the shadows, glancing at the mirror as she walked towards the place where her Transfiguration professor stood. There they were again---Cale and those...their...babies. They looked so peaceful and happy. What Anna wanted more than anything else in the world was to step through that mirror and join them forever and always.

"Ouch!" Lyra whispered loudly, giving away her secret spot. "That's okay, Agie." She began to rub the top of her foot but then focused on those lovely shoes again. "Hey Banana," she said looking past her other friend as her eyes kept to Professor Bunbury's shoes.

"That has to be...my favorite professor," she said leaning into Agie. OHHHHHHHH! And there was Mr. Groundkeeper who...awwww! She wanted to see some action between those two. But, she waited to see just what Bunbuns would do. A man should NEVER push a lovely lady away from a mirror. That was grounds for...detention!

Without realizing it, Bunbury had drifted closer and closer to the mirror, reaching out until she actually touched its frame. She was simply unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of all those shoes. And bags. OH! And sunglasses! All the men in the mirror had some sort of stunna shades on. Mmmmmhmm. Too bad she didn't actually know these people...speaking of which....

"HEY!" Annie whined when she was abruptly pushed away from the mirror by the groundskeeper. She stumbled on her pink shoes and suddenly felt weirdly dizzy. "You -- clumsy -- clumsy man," Anastasia put a hand to her forehead as if that would help her balance. Why was she having such difficulties walking on these shoes suddenly? It was just a pair of heels; she always wore heels....must be because she'd lost her focus on the mirror. That was it, surely.

Bunbury shook her red hair out and stood up straight again, leaning one hand on the wall for support. "Oooh, shiny," she muttered, noticing that mirror again. But for some reason, she didn't see the shoes and designer clothing being reflected anymore...

She giggled at Jake's words and hugged him again. "Thats my job. Make you blush and feel all awkward and what not." She pointed out to him. "You are officially my little brother." She leaned her head and reached behind her neck and unclasped a necklace she was wearing. "Here," She reached behind Jake's neck and clasped golden chain around his neck. The chain held a single tiny charm in the shape of a key. "My daddy gave me this he said this was the key to his heart and that I would always have it." She fingered the charm as she smiled up at Jake. "Now you have the key to me heart. You will always be my little brother." She leaned in and kissed him on the other cheek. Now he had two matching lip gloss lip marks. "No, but if you want I can stick a sign on your forehead saying that." She giggled.

She looked at Theo. "Was I not being nice to you? I'm not your friend anymore?" She asked him seriously.

Paris looked up as Professor Pierce breezed into the room. "Hello professor," She whispered as she waved at her. Grown ups wanted to look into the mirror as well. Well that was interesting. Weren't they supposed to alreayd be getting what they wanted.


She straightened up quickly and smoothed out the front og her robes when Professor Dumont walked into the room. She blushed deeply as he said hello to the group, but she felt like he was looking right at her and talking only to her. "Hi Professor," She said dreamily. "It's a lovely mirror. I am sure you look great in it." She added airily. He was so handsome and so nice. She sighed happily as she gazed at him through her glossed over eyes. Her heart sank when he left. She would have to go see him in his office one day. Now that wouldn't be good to be alone with him. She might climb into his lap and never leave.

There was nothing in world that could have shattered her good mood...except Miss Pepto Bismal herself, Professor Bunbury, walking in and ruining everything! She glared harshly at the woman whens he breezed into the room and made a beeline toward the mirror. her eyes immediately zeroed in on her pink Prada shoes. HA! Prada didn't make pink shoes. What self respecting iconic shoe designer made pink heels? That gave her a sadistic glee to know that the superficial Professor couldn't afford real Prada. She rolled her eyes as the professor simpered and cooed at her reflection in the mirror. She could just imagine what that woman was seeing in the mirror.

She giggled as Professor Neo pushed Bunbury out of the way to get to the mirror. She hoped Bunbury pushed him back and she could see a fight break out. She rather hoped Neo hit her with a bat boegy hex. That would be awesome.

"This is getting ridiculous," She rolled her eyes as Lyra, then Agie and then Anna walked into the room. She didn't mind Anna she even liked her. The jury was still out on Lyra, but Agie she would never like that cow. Not in a million years and not for all the gold in the world. Why did she have to put up with Bunbury and Agie in the same day? Where the fates having a good time weaving this?

Lyra gasped at the way that Professor Bunbury was holding herself up by the wall. That...Mr. Goundskeeper pushed her more than she thought? Or maybe she just tripped on her heels? She liked the second. There was no more room in her brain for disliking another staff member in this school like she did with Kazimeriz.

"Professor are you alright," she asked as she ran over to where the beautiful pink shoes were...and the professor. "Did you break a heel?"

Jake sat for a second and ran his finger up and down the chain on the necklace the necklace. He chewed his lip, his eyes watering but just a bit. Paris was being so niiiiiiiiiiiiice. Jake sniffed as he stood up, making his decision. He was looking. The way Paris mentioned her dad, how could he not?

Using the frame to keep him up, Jake inched around the mirror to look at the reflection. And then he saw the bloke and the boy.

It had to be his dad, Jake seemed to resemble the man, without particularly looking like him. The man was grinning, and looked down at the kid.

Who was that kid? Was it a brother, or not? No, blokes couldn't have kids on their own.

Feeling his fingertips from the hand on the frame touch the cool glass slightly, Jake stepped back. Touching the mirror and then the frame one more time, Jake headed back to sit with Paris and Theo, no explaination for that randomness.

"Thank you, Paris," Jake whispered. The little brother comment, the necklace. Paris was just the best and she deserved to be recognised, but Jake couldn't fit the whole thing into words. "Just... thank you..."

Yeah, best not to talk much right now...

Annie shook her head and turned away from the mirror; as difficult as that was, it just didn't have the same appeal as earlier. She just didn't feel like herself suddenly - and what was with her shoes?

The redhead looked to the girl addressing her, then down at her heels, then back to the girl, and back to the shoes. "I dunno, but I don't like these shoes very much," she said suddenly, wrinkling her nose at the sight of the heels. They were bright, sure, but OW they hurt.

Why am I wearing these? Anastasia thought just then. Where are my trainers? She shook her head at herself and proceeded to plop down on the floor right there, trying to wedge the shoes off her feet. "These things kind of hurt," Bunbury muttered as she tugged at the shoes. They were stubborn lil buggers too. Grrr.

"It would be a improvement on the shoes if she did." Paris muttered under her breathe as she looked at Lyra fawning over Professor Bunbury. I mean she almost broke her neck trying to run over there to her.

Her eyes misted over and she felt a tear slid down her cheek. "Its no problem Jake. I do love you honestly." She told him as she cleared her throat and straightened up.

She giggled at Bunbury and her shoes. She did need to get rid of those things. They clashed horribly with her hair anyways. "I can help you remove those shoes Professor if you need help," She offered with a sweet smile on her face.

Lyra raised a brow as the professor didn't like her...d shoesss? The PINK BEAUTIFUL PRADA SHOES? "Umm, professor, I...er...I don't know what to say...," she said but what if she got the nerve to take them off since they were hurting her feet. Might be a little...stinky...maybe but maybe not. The woman was a very clean lady.

"Just don't take them off," she said, making sure that she didn't get the nerve to take them off. "No use in getting dirty."