Headmistress Kijewski-Jareau
September 20, 2013 9:09 PM
MIDSUMMER'S FAIR by Headmistress Kijewski-Jareau
Kiva waited for the students to gather just outside of the school in the early morning hours of one of their last Saturdays at school. An announcement had been made that breakfast would be served outside during the fair and students were advised to be up and ready to start the day by eight in the morning. She was sure that there would be people upset by this news, but it was what it was. They had a lot of things happening that day and they couldn’t waste a moment of the day.“Good Morning, Everyone.” Kiva greeted the student body, charming her voice to be heard. “As you can see from here, the rides have all been set up overnight on the pitch. They will begin running shortly after breakfast has finished. For those of you who did not join a booth, you have from eight am to ten am to have breakfast and look around. Everyone who is running a booth, set up will be at nine. You will have an hour to prepare. I hope everyone has their schedules that were given to you at dinner last night. These will help you to know what booths are being run at any given time. It also tells you when lunch will be served and as well as dinner. These specified times are the only times when these particular meals will be served. There are vendors who have Fair food that you can eat during the festivities, but if you want a full meal, you need to be sure to come to the tent.
“Please be kind to one another throughout the day and support your schoolmates with their booths. Our Vendors have made this fair possible and our providing us with their time and equipment. Treat them with respect.” Kiva was aware that there were students who felt they were more superior than others due to blood, money, or looks. She did not want anyone to mistreat their vendors because of this prejudice that many old blood families tended to still maintain.
“Before we head off, I do have some announcements to make. “ This was nothing unusual and most people were probably very eager to learn about a few results. “I’d like to first mention some very sad news. Our wonderful Deputy Headmistress and Quidditch Coach has decided that this year would be her final year at Sonora.” Kiva clapped politely and gave her colleague a smile. “I have had the honor of working with her since my return to Sonora and she has helped me a great deal these last few years. She will be missed and I hope you all make sure to tell her that today.” Kiva announced to the students. She felt Amelia deserved a proper farewell. “I’m sure all of you are excited to find out the results of the Head Girl and Head Boy ballots. Without making you wait any further, I’d like you all to give a warm cheer to Nora Dobson and Linus Macaulay. If the two of you could make it to the front, please.” Kiva waited for them to come to the front to acknowledge their win before continuing on with the day.
“At the end of the Fair, there will be a celebration with dinner and a local Tumbleweed band will be performing. Make sure you are in the Tent promptly at seven o’clock. You will also receive your yearbooks at that time. Follow me to the tent, after which you can enjoy your breakfast and the rest of the day.” Kiva stated.
OOC: The yearbook is located here. The House Cup winners will be announced on the OOC board as well once all points have been added. The schedule for the booths is here
Subthreads: Tagging Lucille by Evan Brockert with Lucille Carey, Lucille
Ending with a quiet bang. by Maximilian Joshua McLachlan with Henny B-F-R, Josh McLachlan
Aimless wandering. by Jorge Garcia
I'm not sure where to go. by Charlotte Spencer with Emrys Lucan, Charlotte
A group date? (Linus, Valerie, and whoever) by Brianna Japos with Linus Macaulay, Brianna
It's nearly the end (Arnold) by Fae Sinclair with Arnold Carey, Fae
Archery Booth by Keme RunningBear with Ji-Eun Park
Making Friends. (Alicia, Theresa, and/or others) by Cepheus Princeton with Alicia Bauer, Theresa Carey, Cepheus
Petting Zoo!! Come love some animals! by Chloe and Emery Jareau
Giving a gift (Derry) by Regina Parker
The last meal before summer. by Aria Yale
Baking Club Booth! by Waverly Canterbury
Losses, bacon, and friends. by Michael Grosvenor with Mellie Goodwin
Crushed by Hope Brockert
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Charlotte Spencer
September 24, 2013 12:49 PM
I'm not sure where to go. by Charlotte Spencer
Charlotte had never been to a fair before in her life, and for the introverted witch, a fair was not high on her list of places to visit. There were so many people and so many things going on Charlotte was momentarily lost when she arrived at the transformed pitch that morning. It was overwhelming and she had to allow herself some time to adjust as the Headmistress gave her speech. There were yearbooks to be handed out at the end of the day and Charlotte wondered briefly if she had been voted in any of the categories. She remembered going through Adam's yearbook last year when he brought it home. Though school itself was scary, the yearbook was a delight to look through.This year, overall, could be considered a success. She hadn't cried herself to sleep more than fifteen nights the entire year, her kitty Missy hadn't thrown up any hairballs in the presence of her room-mate and Charlotte had learnt how to use her wand. Not to mention Emrys Lucan who was now considered a friend. Their time in the MARS music room had been loads of fun, but that creeping feeling of insecurity was following. They were still friends, weren't they? A summer couldn't separate a friendship too badly, or so she hoped.
It was unfortunate that Charlotte's brother was working a booth for the fair. He was free at this time, but it was clear he had better things to do and friends to meet and Charlotte didn't want to get in the way of that. She had already lost him; it was inconvenient they were in different houses, but it forced her to be social on her own. However, she didn't like being alone like this in a mass of people, but she would have to survive.
The booths were open and Charlotte went to go explore, half-hoping to bump into Emrys or another friendly face on the way. She saw a Caricature Booth and found it entertaining, though she would never consider that art. She wished the Art Booth was running now or Adam's booth so she could find something to do and someone to accompany her.
She wandered around a bit, simply looking around and taking in the environment, and then went to the Hidden Reflections booth. That seemed harmless enough. She should have made plans with Emrys Lucan to attend the fair with him, but she worried that he had other friends to be with that were better than her. It was all right; she was too quiet and Charlotte was sure someone like Emrys would have better friends. She stood in front of the Hidden Reflections booth, debating on whether or not she wanted to actually go in.
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Emrys Lucan
September 25, 2013 1:02 AM
Perhaps I can be of assistance? by Emrys Lucan
Emrys was nervous about attending the school fair alone. He should have asked Charlotte to come with him, he realized, but it was too late now. He considered finding Emery to see if his roommate would like to come with him but he soon realized the flaw in that plan- he and his roommate barely spoke. He didn't know him well at all and would never even know where to begin looking for him. So, the night before the fair, Emrys found that he was committed to going alone. Besides, he could always find someone to hang out with once he was there.Once he got there, he found himself searching for either Charlotte or Emery, at this point he didn't really care which as he desperately wanted someone to walk around with, he felt so awkward and out of place all by himself when everyone else he saw was hanging out with someone (or someones, depending on how many friends they had made!). As he walked, he caught sight of Charlotte outside the Hidden Reflections Booth as if she were waiting for something, what he didn't know. To go in, perhaps? Or maybe she was meeting someone. He started to go over and retreated at least five times. What if she was meeting someone? He would feel presumptuous and quite awkward and then she would think that he had no friends other than her. That was something he didn't want her to think even if it was true.
Finally, he made the executive decision. Even if she was waiting for someone, talking to her while she waited was better than not talking to anyone that day at all. He pulled himself together and straightened his shirt to make sure it wasn't wrinkled. Then, as he did in Transfiguration the other day, he ran his hands through his hair to see if it was too messy (again, he wasn't sure why he felt compelled to do this, only that it was probably the proper thing to do before going up to talk to a girl). He took a deep breath, and walked over.
"Hi, Charlotte," he said. "Are you waiting for someone or may I have the pleasure of your company this fine afternoon?" He hoped that by talking like he had written to her she would be inclined to let him stay around even if he was unexpected company.
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Perhaps I can be of assistance?
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Charlotte
September 25, 2013 9:48 AM
It would be much appreciated. by Charlotte
Someone was approaching and she moved a little to allow them space to walk past, but to her surprise it was Emrys. Her face brightened at seeing a familiar face, though she tried to suppress her pleasure. “Good morning Emrys,” she replied. “No, I-I wasn’t. I’d be delighted if you could join me. You’re not waiting for anyone, are you?” She tacked on the last bit with some hesitation, hoping he wasn’t in fact waiting for anyone. Otherwise this would make the situation a bit awkward. Her tongue had faltered slightly and she felt slightly embarrassed about it. As a child, she had been required to go through speech therapy in order to get rid of a stutter. She eventually grew out of it, but there were times she slipped and wanted to kick herself for it. It didn’t happen often at least, which Charlotte was very glad of.“I was just thinking of going in,” she told him, having recovered from her slip. If she ignored it perhaps Emrys would simply not notice. Talking about the booth she was currently in front of seemed like a reasonable conversation topic. After all, she didn’t want him to think she was standing outside of this booth for no reason like a fool. “I’ve never been to a fair before. Have you seen the other booths?” she asked, wondering if he had indeed had the time to look at any others. Charlotte could mention she had been wandering around, but she didn’t want to make herself look aimless and confused.
She was grateful in this company that she had dressed up particularly nice today. Charlotte had curled her hair as a momentum for the last day of the school year and to congratulate herself on a successful term. Making herself look presentable was required, but dressing up especially nice and curling her blonde hair was a reward. She was wearing designer dress robes today, a light pink that brought out any colour in her pale cheeks. She had a white carnation pin keeping her curls from falling into her face, but she wished now that she didn’t have it. Pinning one’s hair in the front made it much more difficult to hide in plain sight.
“Um, would you like to go in?” she asked hesitantly. She brushed her hair back and didn’t meet his eyes, afraid of seeing pity for her as a result of his rejection. If Emrys was, in fact, meeting with other friends perhaps he would reject her and she didn’t want that. Hidden Reflections did sound interesting enough, didn’t it? She hoped Emrys would agree to spend the day with her. He was her friend, after all. Perhaps she could introduce him to her brother if they found the time.
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It would be much appreciated.
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Emrys Lucan
September 25, 2013 10:10 PM
Then I'd be delighted to! by Emrys Lucan
Emrys was ecstatic when Charlotte asked him to join her. He couldn't put his finger on it, he was going crazy for sure. He felt oddly observational at that moment, and...girly. That was weird...He felt as though he were his little sister, noticing things like curled hair and flower hair clips. Emrys shook his head slightly to rid that thought from his head, hoping Charlotte didn't notice. "I'd love to join you," he said. "I'm not really waiting for anyone, just saw you and thought I'd maybe come and say hello." There, now he didn't sound like a loser with no friends but he also was honest about her being his only priority at the moment. "I've seen a few, but not all of them yet," he admitted leaving out the fact that he'd been walking with his head swiveling around as if looking for a friend that he'd lost and therefore hadn't really been able to see any of the booths rather just flashes of color."You haven't been to a fair before?" Emrys questioned, a little curiously. He and his cousin Wesley had gone to a few fairs while Wesley had still lived with them. In fact, Lio had come from a Muggle county fair the two had snuck into one time. He smiled fondly thinking of the memory. He couldn't wait for the semester to start and for him to get his grades. His parents had written him a few days before the final exams and told him that if he performed well in class they would allow him to go stay with Wesley and his parents and Lio in Wales for a few weeks. After that letter he'd tried extra hard to get good marks even locking himself up in the library late at night at a secluded table in order to make sure that he had all his classes covered. He knew that he'd passed Potions, Charms, and DADA with top marks, but he wasn't quite sure about Transfiguration or COMC. He knew he'd passed them, but he didn't know with how high of grades. As his parents knew he was extremely bookish he was sure that only if his average was a very high mark would he get the trip. And he really wanted it, not only because he wanted to see Wesley and Lio but also because a small part of him hoped that he might convince his aunt and uncle to allow them a trip to London where he might run into Charlotte.
"I'd love to go in," Emrys said immediately. He held out his arm in the way that he had seen his grandfather do for his grandmother and hoped that Charlotte would take it without questioning why he was doing that, otherwise he'd feel somewhat awkward. "What are your plans for summer?" He asked as they headed into the booth, wondering what exactly Hidden Reflections was.
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Then I'd be delighted to!
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Charlotte Spencer
September 26, 2013 2:41 PM
Now for these mirrors. by Charlotte Spencer
The moment of anxiety after she had asked him to join her flooded to relief when he accepted. Emrys hadn't rejected her yet and he was proving to be the loyal sort of friend Charlotte had always wanted. He was, however, a boy, which posed its own set of complications, and though it wasn't always on the forefront of her mind, she did think about marriage more than once. Part of her job as a single witch from birth was to look for a suitable, proper wizard to take care of her and support her. All attraction was secondary to his etiquette, wealth and family, and so far Emrys seemed to fit every category. Charlotte was pleased, to say the least."No I haven't," she replied to his question, feeling a bit naive for having never seen a fair before. "My cousin Leo says fairs are filthy sorts of places and ought to be avoided, but I haven't seen any filth. Maybe he meant Muggle fairs?" Charlotte and her family lived in the heart of London; it was difficult to avoid any Muggles or Muggle events through she had never attended them herself. Adam had ventured to ride the tube once with his mates before he started school and Mum had scolded him severely for that. Emrys didn't seem like that sort of mad adventurer, but Charlotte realised she didn't know much about him outside of school and his musical interest. She would have to make more of an effort to get to know him, though she was too shy to even try most times.
He offered his arm and Charlotte was more than glad to take it. The offer made her pause for just a moment in surprise; it was rare any wizard her age proffered their arm like an adult gentleman. Though she and Adam had practised such etiquette in their lessons, she had never seen him do such a thing in reality. As much as Charlotte admired her older brother, she did think he could work on some points of his etiquette.
Charlotte allowed Emrys to lead her in as she said, "I'm going back home to London," though that bit was obvious. "My mum said we're going to visit my grandparents in the country during a weekend, but I'm not sure how soon. They're the Princetons, you know. My other set of grandparents live in Darlington which is a fit farther north. We usually visit them towards the end of the summer when it begins to get unbearably hot in the city." She knew quite a bit about the history of the Spencers, but her father's family history was not quite as extensive nor as interesting as her mother's, an odd dichotomy that didn't usually exist in their sort of patriarchal society. Not that it mattered that her mother was wealthier than her father; Cassie was the second child with an older brother like Charlotte, meaning she hardly received any inheritance. Charlotte needed to marry as well as her mother had in order to be secure.
The Hidden Reflections showed to be only two mirrors and Charlotte was slightly disappointed. A Hall of Mirrors would have been frightening, but much more entertaining. She let go of Emrys’s arm and stepped in front of the first mirror. She gasped a little when she saw her reflection; she was dolled up and her robes were expensive, but she lacked the natural beauty that she envied in other girls. She was wearing clothes that were too large and her nose was slightly crooked as she always thought it was, her blue eyes and bitten lips too small, her forehead too large; it was a monster. The only lovely bit of her reflection was her golden curls that seemed to shine and reflect any light that hit it. But that did not keep the rest of her looking horrendous.
She stepped away quickly, her hands on her burning cheeks, and turned to Emrys. “What do you see in there?” she asked. As he stepped in front of that one, she read the label for the first time. This mirror shows you as you see yourself. Was that really how she saw herself? As ugly? There were a few idiosyncrasies about herself that Charlotte despised, but she didn’t despise all of herself. She grazed her teeth on her bottom lip, stopping herself from biting it as she did often. Her hands began to fiddle instead as she waited for Emrys to finish. “Go ahead of me to the next mirror,” she said, wanting him to go on first and tell her what he saw. She didn’t want to step in front this time no matter what was said about witches going first.
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Emrys Lucan
September 30, 2013 9:26 PM
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the oldest of them all? by Emrys Lucan
"That's okay," Emrys smiled at her encouragingly. "I don't suspect most witches or wizards of our class have gone to many fairs. But as my mother and her parents do enjoy Camelot they have taken me to a few Renaissance Fairs to study their passion in the flesh." He hesitated before disclosing the next bit of information as he wasn't sure if Charlotte would accept it well, but despite his grandfather's beliefs, his mother had taught him that though purebloods were indeed superior, that didn't mean he was allowed to treat others unequal. "You never know," she had told him, "who you will one day be indebted to or who might later become your boss. Look out for yourself, yes, but also realize that you should only treat others how you yourself would like to be treated." "I've been to a Muggle fair before," said Emrys. "I went with my cousin Wesley. That's actually where we got our dog, Lio. How funny that your cousin's name is Leo too..." he trailed off momentarily before continuing. "But the fairs we went to were mostly fun," his eyes sparkled with a tint of troublemaker that hadn't appeared before in Charlotte's presence. "Whenever I'm with Wesley we always get up to the best sorts of activities, the kinds that our grandfather would definitely not approve of. But that's what it means to be a boy, I think. Besides, as Wesley's father said when he found out, it's best for us to get our trouble making out of the way now before we grow up that way we can at least become respectable adults."Wesley's father didn't care much for getting in trouble with his father. He was the younger of the brothers with Emry's father being the eldest. He had married a pureblood only child witch of a family with no other heirs so he knew that Wesley would inherit that fortune and so he didn't mind that he had been slighted for his elder brother. He quickly stopped talking, worried that Charlotte might find him unrespectable and wish to stop associating with him, but he was unable to keep that glint out of his eye- he couldn't wait to see Wesley! He was almost certain that he'd be reunited with him soon enough.
"I'm going back home to London," Charlotte said. "My mum said we're going to visit my grandparents in the country during a weekend, but I'm not sure how soon. They're the Princetons, you know. My other set of grandparents live in Darlington which is a fit farther north. We usually visit them towards the end of the summer when it begins to get unbearably hot in the city."
Emrys' eyes lit up, "I might be going to Wales to visit my cousin and his family. Perhaps while I'm there we might meet up?" He hoped that wasn't too presumptuous. "Or, if you are unable to, we can just write letters," he hoped that she'd at least agree to that. He nodded. "I understand the unbearable heat, though Vermont doesn't really get hot often when it does it's quite humid!" He wasn't sure how to respond to the Princeton reference other than that he knew it was a prestigious family, one that his grandfather would approve of his being friends with one had they stayed in Wales and Emrys gone to Hogwarts. He figured that most of the English families nor the American families would know the Lucans though they were just as reputable. That, Emrys supposed, was due to their move from England to America. They still hadn't been in America long enough to be established here but had moved away from England long enough ago that most of the witches and wizards his age wouldn't remember them at all. All this went through his head as he and Charlotte walked into the booth. He waited patiently as she took her turn in the first mirror. He thought it odd that a name like "Hidden Reflections" be used for a booth with only two mirrors. He thought that the name gave the booth much more credit than it was worth that is, until he read the words above the mirrors. He smiled and understood. It was rather a cool idea, really, and was excited to see what would appear to him though he was worried that perhaps there might be nothing but a gravestone in the future one.
"What do you see in there?" Charlotte asked Emrys. He was shaken out of his thoughts as he realized that Charlotte had finished with the mirror. He obediently stepped in front of the mirror that would show him as he saw himself and he had to grin a little. There was only half a boy there. One arm, one leg, split symmetrically right done the middle. That probably had to do with his missing Wesley so much at the moment. Other than that oddity, he looked pretty much the same as he did in every other mirror, a round face with slight dimples in cheeks that were a bit pudgy. A not fat but not fit body still surrounded in childish fat. He'd seen pictures of his father and uncle when they were his age and from what it looked like they had both outgrown their baby fat around age 15, so Emrys wasn't too worried about that. He knew he was healthy and athletic though he didn't play Quidditch because he was his grandfather's favorite horse-riding partner as he was the only one who liked to take the horses out on adventurous walks that generally ended with the two having to cox the horses down a steep mountain or across a waist-deep stream. "I see myself like I see myself in every mirror," Emrys said, smiling. "But only half of myself like there was a line drawn straight through me from the top of my head and then someone cut away my right side." He shrugged. "It's kind of funny though because I can feel my right side, it's just not there!" He gave a small laugh as he pointed at himself with his right hand and no hand pointed back at him. He wanted to ask Charlotte what she saw too but before he could open his mouth she told him to go in the next mirror first. He figured that whatever she saw she probably didn't feel like sharing.
In the mirror looking down at him was a taller man, tall enough that Emrys had to look up to see his face though his back was slightly hunched. His skin was wrinkly like old leather and quite worn and tanned. Emrys supposed that fifty years into the future he spent a lot of time outdoors. In addition, all that baby fat had melted away and Emrys smiled to see that underneath all the hunched, weathered skin was someone who had probably been a very handsome young man at one point. He looked a bit like his grandfather, though a kinder version- for that, Emrys was glad. "It shows me in like fifty years or something!" Emrys exclaimed, not sure if Charlotte wanted to know what he saw or not but figured since she'd asked him about the last mirror she might want to know about this one too. "I'm taller and thinner and tanner and I look quite good, I think, quite a bit like my grandfather actually. Plus, I'm all in one piece." He turned to Charlotte. "Would you like a turn now?"
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Charlotte Spencer
October 01, 2013 11:27 AM
We're quite a pair, aren't we? by Charlotte Spencer
Charlotte wasn't quite sure how to respond to Emrys's first admission to having gone to a Muggle fair. She hoped his parents hadn't approved him going. She sighed inwardly when he talked about his excitement in getting into mischief. His remark about it being a thing lads did as children was very true; Charlotte had two brothers and Adam had gotten into loads of mischief before coming to Sonora. Being alone in a different country and independent had sobered him up enough, for which she knew their mother was grateful. Jack still had some ways to go, but Adam had made sure to moderate his exploration while he was at home. Charlotte just hoped her youngest sister wouldn't fall into the habit of playing with the boys as she was apt to do.Still, Emrys's joy in causing mischief with his cousin was slightly endearing, though Charlotte much preferred the mature sort, much as her brother was now. But there was nothing urgent to cause her to search the world for her future husband; she still had plenty of time to wait for the young lads to grow up and become respectable wizards.
Emrys went to look in the mirror after her and she was surprised to hear that he looked exactly the same, though half of him was gone. He seemed delighted in that, but she wondered why half of him was gone. Did he have another half in an unmentioned twin? Or perhaps he only liked half of himself? That was a bit confusing, but she didn't say anything as they moved on to the next mirror. This one was less frightening, or so Charlotte hoped, and Emrys seemed to have a good reaction. This one was supposed to make them look older and Charlotte wasn't as afraid of it as the other one. Her mum still looked very young and her grandmothers on both sides had aged gracefully.
"I'm glad you're in one piece in the future," she said, smiling a little at him, and then moved to take his place. In the mirror she saw herself taller as well. Her skin was pale as it always was, her hair just as blonde and in an updo she had seen her mum wear often. Her skin had wrinkled, though not as terribly wrinkled as her grandmother. There had to be some witch products that future-Charlotte had used on her skin to keep it smooth. It was satisfying seeing this after the terrible scare in the other mirror. She wouldn't be half as ugly in the future, thank Merlin.
Charlotte thought she should tell Emrys what she saw in this mirror since he had shared with her. "I'm also taller, pale, but I don't have as many wrinkles as most witches would at fifty. My hair's just as bright blonde, though there are a few silver streaks. It looks rather lovely, though. I'm also wearing makeup. Maybe that's why I look so young." Makeup was something her mum didn't want her to wear until she was at least fifteen. Charlotte had practised applying it on dolls made just for that sort of practise and knew how to put it on. She just wasn't allowed to yet, though she was tempted to see how the makeup booth was doing.
They were finished here and Charlotte was slightly disappointed. There wasn't anything else to do, however, so she exited the booth and waited for Emrys to join her. "That was enjoyable," she commented. "Did you like it? Which booth would you like to go to now?"
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Emrys Lucan
October 03, 2013 2:27 AM
Indeed, I would have to agree. by Emrys Lucan
Emrys grinned and waited patiently for Charlotte to take her turn looking into the mirror. He hoped that this meant that whatever it was that he was missing now- he could only assume that’s what his appearing as only half could mean, and on top of that he could only assume that the missing part was indeed Wesley, he would no longer have missing in the future. Which, Emrys came to conclude, must mean that he and Wesley must end up living near each other or, at the very least, have more contact with each other. Unbeknownst to Emrys, the limited contact between himself and his cousin was his father’s doing. Julian had decided that his brother’s allowance of Emrys and Wesley to go unpunished for having snuck off to a Muggle fair to be too much- this decision most likely due to the heavy influence of his father. While his brother and his family still lived near them, he could not forbid Emrys from seeing his cousin without alerting his own father to the misdeed- Julian was not so cruel that he would expose his son to further punishment from Myrddin, he knew too well Myrddin’s wrath towards Muggles. However, once his brother and family moved to Wales, he could make up many excuses as to why Emrys could not visit with Wesley.)As Charlotte described how she appeared to herself in the second mirror, Emrys found himself wondering how she really saw herself. She had not looked too happy after the first mirror, and now at least seemed satisfied with the way that she looked in the second mirror. “I’m glad you’re pleased,” he said smiling at her. “It is a good thing to be satisfied with yourself. If you see yourself in a good light then chances are others will too.” He knew he sounded a bit old for his years, but it was something that he’d heard his paternal grandmother tell his mother.
He followed Charlotte out of the booth and answered her question. “I thought it was an interesting experience. I wonder if it is a true experience though- is that truly what we’ll look like in the future? I’m certain that is how we look like to ourselves, I mean, I didn’t realize it before I looked in, but afterwards it all makes sense. Although I do wonder how the mirrors work, that is an interesting question…” He trailed off lost in thought as that part of his mind took over for a moment. Then he realized that he was not by himself and should not be asking these sorts of questions that could fuddle your mind to a girl who probably did not want to have to think about these things. “As for the next booth?” Emrys knew exactly which booth he wanted to go to. Since Charlotte had a cat, he hoped that she would like his suggestion unless she only liked cats because they were clean in which case it might not be enjoyable for her. “The petting zoo?” He asked. “Is that agreeable to you?”
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Indeed, I would have to agree.
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