"Okay, most of the important ones." Chuckling he returned his hand to her side and tilted his head again. "Soo....if I already know them, you can tell me, because they aren't secret."

Pretending to give it a moment of thought, she shook her head. "You already know them, so I don't have to tell you. And they are secrets...secrets between me and the mirror." And technically her and Sabel as well.

"They're not secrets if I know." Sabel mused lightly. "Plus, what if I want to hear them in your words?"

"They're secrets in the sense that you don't know what secrets my mirror knows." Her eyes went back to their reflections. "If you want to hear them from my words, then you'll just have to wait for another day."

"I don't know what's so special about another day," Sabel mused, resting his chin back on the top of her head. "But if that's what you want then that's what we'll do."

Lachlen Thomas, a boy who explored, and since hogwarts was big he could explore more and more then ever before, but he always had time to say hello to his friends, like Coraline for instance, there she was at the mirror alone, he could talk to her if he wanted, and he wanted to so he did.

"Coraline! hey" he said waving as he stood next to her, he looked in the mirror and saw them both standing there, the beauty and him, of course she would never know he liked her, unless of course she was the best girl he met, he wasn't a person who got together and dumped her when he found a better girl, he needed his options flowing...

"Depends on the day and what were doing," she responded quietly. "That will determine how special another day is." Biting her bottom lip thoughtfully, she resisted the urge to tilt her head to the side. "You know...we don't always have to do what I want to do. We can do things you want to do too."

"That's true." A soft hum of contentment left him as his eyes drifted closed. "And I know that. And we do. It's just that what you want to do is most often in line with what I want to do."

"If you say so," she watched him with a somewhat distant and thoughtful expression. What he said made a lot of sense, they did have a lot in common. "Still, if you wanna do something...I'm always up for it."

she knew that voice, the same voice that wanted to have ice cream with her, of course she said no because she was to young, but they were still friends, "hello Lachy" she said still looking in the mirror seeing the two standing there, she saw his eyes gazing at the mirror too, it was some what hypnotizing.

"So you have said." Giving her a brief squeeze, he slipped his arms from around her and took her hand in his. "I'll keep it in mind."

"So," she slowly started to walk away from the mirror, hand still keeping hold of his, and eyes wondering the corridor. "What have you been up to..?" You know....since she'd last ran into him out in the pathways. Classes just, don't count.

Giving a one, shouldered shrug, he stuck his free hand in his pocket and fell in step beside her. "Not much. Trying to stay out of trouble I suppose." His brow furrowed a little at that, at the memory of all the conversations he had engaged in thus far. "What about you?"

A small smile twitched on her lips, she peeked up at him. "That's good." Her own shoulders shrugged and she glanced away the fingers of her free hand going up to fiddle with her necklace. "Just thinking..."

"Thinking?" Glancing down at her he tilted his head slightly. "That sounds dangerous. Everything alright?"

"Mmmhmm." She didn't meet his gaze, eyes drifting around the corridor. "Just thinking about....things I told the mirror." Things he knew...things they needed to talk about.

"Okkayyyy." Dipping his head a little, he tilted it back and forth as if trying to figure out what exactly she was talking about. It didn't work to say the least. "I don't want to press...but you can talk to me about anything too. You know that right?"

"I know." She did. Her eyes lingered on a spot in the corridor, pace slowing even more before picking back up. The Hufflepuff was still terribly confused about her feelings, but some of them she possibly needed to let him know. "It was about you...and me. The things I told it." And not all the silly things they did together.

That still wasn't very specific and he didn't really have any clue as to what she was referring to. There was a slight twist in his gut however, that set a prodding to the back of his mind, whispering things he tried to ignore and shove back deep where he had locked them. Behind that door he had promised to keep closed. So he bit his bottom lip and waited, quiet.

She let the quiet remain for a moment, long enough for her to work out some details as to what she wanted to say and how she wanted to go about saying it. "I talked to Ivory about it too, after we left the lake." She peeked up at him before turning her gaze back to the corridor. "She saw us, and we talked about how you feel about me..." and how she felt about him, but she wasn't sure she was ready to divulge that bit of information. "...and I've been thinking about it a lot too. And how we keep acting. I know we agreed that we wouldn't talk about it, and that we'd act like it never happened. But...we'll we don't have to do that anymore." Because somehow she knew it was hurting him, which made her feel guilty, and if he felt a little better then she would too? That, and she wasn't as bothered by his feelings for her as she had been before.

He drew to a dead stop as soon as she mentioned her feelings for him. That slight itching in the back of his mind exploded into hesitation, apprehension, worry and pain, twisting his gut painfully and choking his voice. "Arya......"

Had he not been careful enough? Probably not. He had probably let something of his feelings slip and he cursed himself for it.

Her eyes finally settling on him was her only response to her name being called. The stop was somewhat unexpected, and she almost lost her hold on his hand before tightening it a bit, closing the gap between only enough it hold it comfortably. She had heard the pain in his voice, and immediately regretted saying anything at all. She knew it might bring him some, talking about this, but it still hurt to hear it, made her wish she'd just kept quiet.

While he had wanted her to stop speaking of what she was, when she fell quiet he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty for silencing her. He didn't meet her gaze, his eyes lost distantly on the connection of their hands. "We...don't have to Arya. It's....it's fine." He didn't want to scare her again. Never again.

"No..no." She shook her head, eyes still trying to hold his, a ghost of a frown on her face. Hurt and the pain she was causing him, but still determined to finish what she'd started. "I know we don't, I've thought about it before and its what I want." For him not to hurt so much. And maybe to help her work out the rest of her confusion.

If it was what she wanted, then he would agree to go along with it. He only cared about her comfort and happiness and pushed his own fear and pain as deep as he could manage.

Biting his bottom lip, Sabel nodded slightly.