'Or I could just research the mirror myself after I look into it.' Freya thought, now on the verge of moving in front of the mirror. She looked at the top of the frame, squinted her eyes slightly and could just make out what was inscripted, 'Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi' 'That doesnt' make any sen--wait.' Taking a second look at what was written, it was clear as day. "Clever." Freya said aloud, deciding that maybe the mirror wasn't created by a total nutcase. Now she was even more tempted, what would she see?

Barry sighed his bed sheet was there behind the mirror and so he tried again and put the sheet over the mirror. Maybe it would last.

Jake looked up at the mirror, looking to where an older student was. Then he saw the inscription, which didn't make any sense. He looked back towards her as he got the same idea.

"Ohh..." Jake nodded. Basically, it just explained what people were chattering about. "Hey, Barry, stop covering it up. It's here for a reason," Jake explained, his voice shaking when he remembered Barry was actually a fourth year.

Freya's eyes widened for a moment, "I'll put it back after I'm done." She said quickly just before she ripped off the sheets, revealing the large mirror once again.
Freya stared back at it for a moment, nothing looked terribly different, aside from the fact that she was now wearing her white lab coat and gloves. 'I want to continue my studies! That's what I desire after all!' After another brief moment, things did look a bit more unfamiliar. Freya looked a little, hm, larger in the stomach? There was also a smaller person next to her now, wait,...uh, two? 'What the-' Her eyes stared back at the mirror as focused as they could, though it hardly mattered, the visions was still blurry, and now another person was standing next to Freya. From the height, they were much taller than the smaller individuals already visible. 'I wish it wasn't so blurry! What does it mean?!' She wondered for a moment as she stood in front of the mirror, 'Maybe it means I don't really know what I want...but I still have an idea...?' Freya sighed a bit and tore her eyes away from the mirror, then backed away from it and threw the sheets back over.
"That was certainly creepy..." Freya said as she picked up her bag from the floor where she had placed it only a minute or two ago. "I'm just as confused as ever I guess." 'I never did have just one desire after all, they each seem to conflict with one another.'

Barry was suppirsed by the girl lifting the sheet. Well it was there to stop people looking. Barry let her watch and said "Its intresting isn`t it? To know?"

"Am I to understand that you've looked in it as well?" Freya responded as she searched through her bag for something. She gave a short laugh, "If you'd call that knowing. How is anyone able to make anything out in the reflection?" 'Almost impossible! No features or anything, just outlines and blurs, ugh.'

In her usual fashion, the thirteen-year-old redhead walked through the halls of Hogwarts, her arms wrapped around an absurdly big book, the kind that contrasted with her tiny height greatly. Head up in the air, she merrily looked around at the hall until her eyes stopped on a painting she had never seen before. At once, her feet slowed down their already sluggish pace and changed direction. Approaching the portrait carefully, she inspected every inch of it without making a single sound. Yep, she had never seen it before and that was the kind of painting that captured anyone's attention, especially hers since she was always memorizing every crack in the walls of the castle. It must be a new addition.

Tilting her head, Melly opened her blue eyes just the slightest at the sight of a doorknob. Wait, a doorknob? On a painting? Now that was just - And was that noise she heard from behind the door?

At once, her heart gave a backflip. A painting of a dragon, a doorknob and voices. Oh dear, could there be some kind of mythical beings in there? Fairies maybe? Oh, she hoped so! She had always longed to see fairies! Those were just such beautiful beings! And their wings were so wonderful... She had always wondered what it would be like to have wings of her own and fly across the blue sky and kiss the flowers and - Oh, what was she doing there again? She had to get into that room to see the fairies!

Without waiting another second, Melina turned the doorknob and opened the door. What she saw made her gleeful expression fall immediately. There were no fairies in there. The voices were just normal students. She sighed. Guess there was no point in - Was that mirror twinkling?

Blinking, the little girl clutched her book tighter into her arms, walked into the room, closing the door behind her, and made her way towards the mirror, barely taking attention to those who were around her. The glow was just so surreal that it didn't allow her to notice anything else. Besides, it seemed that for each step she gave she could see a picture growing and taking form inside that mirror. She wanted to see what it was. When she did, she sucked in a handful of oxygen and stared at the mirror in marvel, her hands now holding her book so tightly that her fingers were turning into a light tone of red.

It was beautiful.

There was someone else looking into it. "What do you see?" Jake asked, nonchalantly. It was interesting to find out what people desired, and Jake didn't really feel he was being nosy as such. In fact, it was beginning to get tempting to look in there himself...

But no! That would be bad, he knew for certain what it would be at this moment in time, and though imagining it was okay, he couldn't risk someone having the power to see it as well, even if only Jake could understand it.

She giggled at Kayla. "Two of a kind. I like that," She said. Kayla was actually really growing to like Kayla and they might need to hang out more. She rolled her eyes. "Eww Myrtle. That ghost needs to cross over already." There was no love lost between Paris and Myrtle. That ghost had flooded the girls bathroom and then lied on Paris for no reason at all.

She grew quiet as Kayla snapped at Lyra about the mirror. Her heart went out to Kayla to have to live without her parents. Paris would die if she couldn't see her dad when she wanted it and it actually made her heart hurt to even think about it. She walked over to Kayla and threw her arms around her. She hated to see her friends in pain.

She kissed Jake on the cheek. He reminded her of her little brothers and she missed them more than she would admit. "Well I haven't seen you for a few days. I worry about you," She said wiping her lip gloss of his cheek with her thumb. "Yeah well curiosity killed the cat so be careful where you poke your nose from now on." She chided as she released him so he could breathe

"I have yes" said Barry remembering. "Ah buts thats just how you see your future, what you want. You have many desires and none of them shine above the others. Am I correct?"

Jake smiled. Worry about me? "Eww... what's sticky stu- oh... lip gloss," Jake grinned, poking his tongue out. "Thanks..." Why he was saying thank you, Jake wasn't sure, but someone worried about him, and it wasn't an obligation to that certain someone.

"I feeeeeel for that poor cat," Jake replied. "Poor deceased thing... I would say basic human reaction, curiosity, but maybe it's not..." unless said cat wasn't a cat... Focus! Jake shrugged when Paris let him go. "Nothing else to do, why would I miss out on the party in here?"

Right, I am not looking. Determined face... GO!

Nancy was, once again, totally lost. She had absolutely no idea where she was, the only thing she was certain of was that she was still inside Hogwarts. Unless...no, she definitely was still inside the castle. But where was she?! Skidding to a halt to look around her at the walls she was standing next to Nancy desperately hoped that something looked familiar. Anything. But no, there was not even a small cobweb she'd already seen somewhere. Nothing, absolutely nothing. She was completely lost. Those stupid moving staircases! They weren't exactly helpful when you've got a sense of orientation like a worm like Nancy had. Not helpful at all. Sigh.

But then, all of a sudden Nancy's head jerked up as she thought she'd heard someone talking not far from where she was standing. Could it really be-? Was there someone around who could help her out of this? Someone who actually knew the way? She immediately started walking towards the sounds of different voices some sounding familiar others not but there definitely were students nearby. Finally after turning another corner Nancy almost ran into a group of students who were gathered around something the young Slytherin couldn't exactly see. "What is this?" She said to no one in particular while standing on her tiptoes to get a better look on what exaclty the whole excitement was about.

She made sure she got all the lip gloss off his cheek before spazzed out again. This boy really needed his medication levels checked. "No problem love," She smiled at him resisting the urge to kiss him again. She looked at him as he got all distracted by the cat. Of all things to get distracted by he went with the cat. it almost made her giggle. "Well the cat should know his place. But I'm glad you're here regardless." She smiled.

She looked up as yet another student wandered into the room. "Nancy," she smiled at least it someone she liked.

"I suppose so." Freya said quietly as she took out her notebook and made a few notes. "If you don't mind me asking, what did you see? Was it clear?"

Jake grinned again, "You're washing my face like my grandmother," he giggled, grateful nonetheless. "That cat should meet Gingersnapple..." Jake muttered. Bleurgh, Gingersnapple... wanted to eat Jake, he was sure of it.

"Nancy?" Jake looked around. "Where?" He still hadn't washed the ink out completely, but he wasn't in a glaring mood just yet, so she was off the hook. "Hi Nancy!" he grinned when he saw the Slytherin girl.

No no! It was bad to look liked a yeti much less look like someone with flat thick hair. OH the decisions were almost never ending and such ones like this, were definitely things right up her alley...so long as it went her way. "I have tried goat shampoo." On other people by pushing them into the lake on purpose so their hair would already be wet and POOOF! They had an excuse to wash! "It makes it very soft." Okay that statement was a little too dream-like but still, given what she was thinking about, that created her state of mind.

But as he continued speaking to others around them, she giggled at his self centered comment. That was what was drawing her to the mirror to begin with...herself! She definitely agreed with that statement in many ways.

Poor Kayla! She didn't mean for the girl to be on the receiving end of her 'attack' at the moment but she just didn't like people to make fun of her and it caused her to snap back. But as the Huffie Prefect continued talking and telling things that she would see in the mirror, Lyra saw the surprised look and knew she said more than she planned. No sense in asking what she meant because the girl turned away quickly.

What should they do with the mirror? What kind of question was that? NO ONE was doing ANYTHING with that mirror, not while she was around at least. She knew what the mirror was now...now that it showed her the desires of her heart. That was something she could come back to every day and just sit and stare...and wonder. Christian was rather handsome in his reflection and she never knew that she looked so much like her aunt, Ara.

She then heard another boy enter the room and she turned around. Her green eyes grew wide at it was that....that....that..."YOUUUUUUUUUUU!" she huffed out in anger as this was the SAME KID who punched not only Jake but herself as well. "YOU don't belong down here, kid." OH if she could hex him now she would! NO ONE smacked her and got away with it. She still had yet to tell Agie of her plan to rainbow color the kids hair and sign her name in it. Yet the only way to make it disappear would be to let it grow out or SHAVE IT OFF!

"JAKE!" she yelled as she was beyond angry at this point. Wow! Didn't know the girl had it in her but she was mad. "Jack is back and is already out of detention." She pointed towards the little first year Hufflepuff not knowing that there were TWO of them...TWINS!

Jake flinched into overtime when he suddenly heard his name being bellowed by Lyra. "ARGH! DON'T HURT ME! DON'T KILL ME, I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!" She was only NOW going to get him for ducking? When they were in this cramped room. Why?!

Jake looked to the doorway... erm... portrait-way... erm... wall-challenged side of the room, to see Jack. He drew in closer to Paris. "AAAAAAARGH! GET AW-" Hold on... "You?!"

After having left the prefect's bathroom, and following the instructions of the ghost that Moaning Myrtle was, Willow quickly found herself in the sixth floor corridor. She looked around, looking for any kind of fire, destruction, or dead people--because that's what she'd been expecting to find. Myrtle had said there would be dragon there, after all. However, there was nothing. Nothing except for the the painting of a dragon, the empty corrid--painting of a dragon.

She did a double take.

Oh. Could this possibly be the Dragon Moaning Myrtle had been rambling about? Of course it was. It just had to. Willow chuckled a her own stupidity, for having even considered that there would be a real dragon at school! Headmaster Bontecou would never allow such a thing, after all. Upon closer examination, however, it was more than clear that this was not just a common painting, for common paintings did not have door knobs. It wasn't even a painting, for crying out loud, it was just a door disguised as a painting.

One of her hands reached for the door knob. But then she stopped in there, her hand only touching it. Granted, she didn't know why was a door trying to be disguised as a painting, but it was probably for no good reason. Surely not. Why else would they --and she didn't know who this they was-- try to hide it? The fifth year was almost convinced that she had turn around and pretend that she'd never figured out the true nature of the painting, when something caught her attention. Her head cocked to one side. Were those. . . voices?

Well, if there were voices --and Willow could tell that they were not only voices, but that they belonged to young people as well-- inside, it could not be nearly as dangerous as she'd thought it would, right? Right. Shrugging and trying to look nonchalant while she did so (when it truth she was a bit frightened) Willow opened the door and let herself in.

. . . And she was soon regretting of having done it. There were just so many people, and crowds were things that Willow was not particularly fond of. Spotting a familiar red head among the people standing there, the sixteen-year-old made her way to were the tiny person was standing, before touching the girl's shoulder.

"Melina, what is going on here?" Asked Willow rather loudly, so that Melly would be able to hear her voice above all the chattering. Little did Willow know --or noticed, rather-- was that there was very peculiar mirror just a few feet ahead of her, which was the reason why little Melina looked so mesmerized.

Lyra's eyes shifted towards Jake and she began to giggle slightly. "I'm not going to hurt you, Jake," she said shaking her head. "I was trying to help you in the hallway that day. I like you. You're a nice kid." She had to make it clear that she was not upset at Jake at all...rather it was JACK! OH! One more Huffie on her list of ones not to talk too.

"You... you wont hurt me?" Jake asked. Odd. "But I ducked... and you're face got thwacked-" Don't laugh at that word, Jake. Don't you dare laugh! "-and... I don't think that's Jack..." Jake lowered his arms, because being the indestructable twigs they were, it was obvious that they would stop anything.

Looking over to the boy, Jake asked uncertainly, "John?" If he was wrong he'd be gone, outta there, bee-trail dust. It didn't help that Jack was actually a nick-name of John.

Paris pulled back and looked at Jake. "Uh, honey I look way better than your grandmother." she commented. She never, ever wanted to be compared to a old person like that again. Even when she got old. "I'm not a big cat person anyways." She shrugged.

She turned and stared at Lyra when she started screeching. What was with this girls and the octave at which they yelled and squealed. It was going to make her ears bleed or something. She turned to look at the kid she was yelling at. It was John from Diagon Alley. What was her deal with him anyways.

"Um why are you yelling?" She asked Lyra. She pulled Jack to her as he seemed to get scared from Lyra's yelling. "I won't let her hurt you," She reassured him as she out her arms around him and held him close to her body.

Then another person just had to walk into the room. And it was that snotty little claw from the bathroom. Yep, this day was just getting better and better.

Cam was wandering the castle and the only thing he could do was to run in fear after hearing something behind him. Don't look back, don't look back! It could have been a human-eating ghost, if he didn't run any faster that would have been the last minute of his life! Ghosts, ghosts! Running as fast as he could he closed his eyes and ran in random directions, he had some luck, hopefully closing his eyes could lead him to some hiding place! OOF. He hit his head on a portrait and covered his mouth as hard as he could to not scream. It was a sleeping dragon!

Portraits could talk, this dragon could have woken up and eat him alive! It would have been worse than being devoured by a ghost. What was that noise he heard inside though? While putting his ear right on the portrait he heard the sound of people. GASP. This could have been a hideout for some sort of bad group of people. There were screams, OH MY HIPPOGRIFFS, THAT GUY'S BEING TORTURED! Nevertheless, he was here to the rescue!

Staring at that doorknob on the portrait, he took a peek and saw a mirror. He didn't focus on the people around it but only on the mirror. There was a galore of sweets, chocolates, candy! CHOCOLAAATE. CHOOOCOLATE?! Flinging the portrait door open and not closing it, he put out his arms into a hug position and put out his tongue, ready to taste the delicious goodness.

"Come to me, my children. Come to MEEE!"

Lyra shook her head, still smiling of course. "I would have ducked too," she smiled as it was not Jake that hit her, it was Jack. She was trying her best to side with the more mature one at the moment and that was Jake. "I promise I am not mad at you."

But then she tilted her head as Jake called Jack by a different name. John? Who was John? "Umm...Jake are you feeling okay? Or am I seeing things?" Her eyes glanced towards Paris who was now protecting Jake. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt him." Jack, she would!

Cale had been wandering around the sixth floor corridor, doing random prefect duties when he noticed a painting hanging off the wall a few feet ahead. Well, that didn't seem right--paintings didn't just hang off the wall like that. In fact, it didn't look like a painting, more like a door.

As he got closer, he heard the voice of a group of people coming from within the opening the painting had revealed. He peeked inside and saw a number of students gathered in the area, including Anna, his own girlfriend. To his horror, he looked at her and realized that she had been recently crying. What was going on in here? And why was everyone gathered around some stupid mirror?

"Anna?" he asked, hurrying through the crowd and up to his girlfriend. "What's going on here? You've been crying--are you hurt?" he asked her with concern. He checked her over once--she didn't seem hurt or anything. "Why is everyone in here looking at this mirror?" he asked, glancing at the mirror out of the corner of his eye.

She looked up as another little Slytherin walked in. She had no idea who he was, but she had seen him and Jake around. She gave him a raised eyebrow as he started going a bit crazy. "What are you talking about?" She asked him.

She held on to Jake. "Well I know that you weren't going to hurt him." She said to Lyra. She wasn't going to let Lyra hurt Jake even if she had wanted to. She rather liked Lyra but she hung around Agie and Paris hated her, so she had to write of Lyra too. they were thick as nappy roots.

She blinked. Ok was Cale really here right now? "Cale," She said looking at him to make sure it was really him.