Mirror Mirror Lie To Me ((Alexandra))

[India Nightingale]

((I'm sorry it's sooooo random, but inspiration is truly running low. I'm sorry there's not much for Alex to reply to, but I'm hoping you could help me out there. ))

India stared at herself in the mirror with a cold expression, her eyes boring into the greeny-blue orbs that belonged to her and nobody else. Except for Skye, of course. Her twin sister’s eyes were identical to her own. So similar, in fact, that Skye’s could easily replace hers if she ever lost her eyes. Just gouge Skye’s out and insert them into her own sockets. Problem solved.

India’s still-in-tact eyes wandered steadily and slowly down herself, glaring at the wavy black hair that hung around her pale face and her red pouty lips. She noticed how her locks were starting to look a little browner in the roots, and knew that she’d have to dye it soon. For some reason, the “permanent” hair dye was not as permanent as it suggested, and India was forced to redo her tresses every few months. It was extremely annoying, and she sometimes wondered what her hair was trying to tell her. What she was trying to run from.

But whatever India did, she couldn’t change her face anymore than she already had. Blackish-red lipstick contrasted again Skye’s paler lips; her skin was considerably darker than her sister’s despite being very pale already, and her ebony hair was a noticeable difference to Skye’s blonde airhead looks. Still it was obvious that India Nightingale was related to Skye. During the first year, there had been countless people that had approached her with the same old question about their relationship. They truly were identical twins, and India hated it.

India’s eyes glanced swiftly, but firmly, at the rest of her body. An outsider would have commented on her skinniness, some might have even said she was too thin. But to India, she was still much, much too fat. Especially in comparison to Skye. She had to continue narrowing herself down, perhaps get under seven stone. Growling to herself with a troubled expression, her eyes boring into her own in the mirror, India raised a trembling fist, her arm shaking from the intense effort. With a loud scream of frustration, India punched her face in the mirror, causing it to shatter to millions of pieces. Breathing heavily from the attempt, India stared at the broken shards lying on the floor, her reflection wrecked, distorted into something unrecognisable. Slowly lowering her fist, India backed away carefully, before her face hardened into a stony façade. “Serves you right.” She hissed at the shattered mirror, before turning away.

India flicked her wand behind her as she departed from the bathroom, bringing the mirror back to life again, its reflection perfect. Once again it was fixed, looking as if nothing had happened to it. Trickles of blood dripped to the floor from her damaged hand, but she could barely feel the numbing pain. Her magic would take care of the flow later. Slamming the door behind her, India pretended as if nothing had ever happened. It was as if the incident had never occurred in her whirling mind.

Walking graciously down the Hogwarts corridors, India found herself stumbling into the early spring sunshine as she walked down a path in the grounds. Her eyes were drawn to the glittering Lake some way off, and India was sad to realise that winter was already leaving her behind. ”Take me with you, please.” India halted in her spot, her eyes pleading orbs of greeny-blue as she stared glassily into the distance, but she was snapped out of her trance as she felt a presence approaching from behind. Stiffening her body, India ignored them as she drifted in her personal thoughts. Today was a day of solitude. It was one of those days where even she could not do any more work, because all she could see, all she could think about, were those two familiar eyes that stared right back at her in the mirror and in her mind. India couldn’t get rid of herself.

[alexandra]

Why did the weather have to be so bloody random! Muggles seemed to think highly of themselves, predicting the weather as if it were, really predictable! Yes, science has taught the human race that there is a slight pattern in the way things work up there in that sky, but did we, as human beings on this Earth, truly have the right to call ourselves superior? We live on the Earth, eat it's resources, cut down it's trees and inhabit and procreate until we die... We act as if we are unstoppable. As if we can truly say, yes... I claim you! I am now your master and you must do as I say! How can we really think that? To the Earth and the universe, we are microscopic. Really, we're just tiny little insects that live on the Earth. Like a worm or an ant. It boggles one's mind... well, at least it boggles Alexandra Ricci's mind. These thoughts ran through her head by the millisecond, sometimes causing a slight headache and frustration, only today it was causing a slight frown on the petite, red-painted lips of the Fifth Year. The pout that usually inhabited her small, pale face, had nearly become a scowl of sorts.

She sat there, thinking her long, never ending rants about the human race and wishing she were born somewhere else. As if aliens really did exist and she had been born in another galaxy where the beings thought as she did and they all had peace of some kind. Not many people knew that Alexandra thought these sort of thoughts. Then again, she rarely spoke, so it only goes to reason that no one would understand her train of thought as maybe Pyro would. Pyro was the only one she spoke to, really. Unless she was cross with Cassandra and the two were having a well earned row. She enjoyed telling Pyro about things. The world, her hobbies, even just sitting together silently. It was weird how she had grown so close to Pyro. He was more of a boyfriend at this point. He was her best friend, her only best friend.

Ever since Charles' death, it had been hard on the "Blackfire Teens." Cassandra still couldn't understand and Alexandra was doing her best at forgetting how horribly the old man was murdered. Or so the medics say... Was he really beaten to death by a house elf?! It didn't seem to fit right, but who knows? Maybe house elves harbor some secret bank of power! That was a tad bit silly, but it could be possible in a world like the Magical one she was born into.

This particular day was a thoughtful one for Alexandra, if you couldn't tell already. It was a Saturday, a day without classes, which gave the young student free roam to think her thoughts wherever it pleased her. Naturally she had begun her mind rants in the library, where she spent most of her time. Once bored of that environment, Alexandra decided to explore the wonderful world that is the courtyard, which only led her to walk about the grounds, idly staring at lake or glaring at Hagrid's little hut... She wasn't one to really look down on people, her life being that close to a house elves, but there was something about Hagrid that didn't "rub her the right way." She just couldn't find a reason to like him! He was unclean and rowdy and if that wasn't enough, had an unusual way of attracting trouble. There was something weird about him that Alexandra just didn't, couldn't like.

Her wanders brought her close to the lake, where India, a girl in her year and house, was standing. Her posture said that she had felt Alexandra's presence, but was ignoring it to focus on some train of thought. Her facial expression was one of thoughtful resignation, but for what Alexandra was unsure. This was what she did, Alex... she was watched people. She observed their body language, which always spoke more than mere words. Alexandra wasn't one to talk, never was. Her horrible child hood robbed her of any "talkative-ness" that may have been born in her character. India seemed troubled, but was it Alexandra's business? As a mere acquaintance, no... but as a fellow classmate who should care... yes! Her curiosity, as usual, overcame her need to stay amongst the shadows.

"India?" Alexandra's quiet voice asked.

[India Nightingale]

India slowly turned around to face Alexandra at the sound of her voice; India’s face was cold, her eyes devoid of emotion. She surveyed her classmate for a moment before nodding her head in greeting. “Alexandra.” She acknowledged quietly. India had known this girl for five years, since they had joined Hogwarts in their first year. They were still acquaintances, having only exchanged a few words, but out of most of the other girls in her year, India thought Alexandra as one of the “better” ones. Some of them were so cocky when they were much lower down the scale in intelligence than India, and others just tried to rule the world with their gangs of lackeys. India had to admit she was on okay terms with Alexandra, but she wasn’t so sure about her cousin, also in Slytherin. Pyro Blackfire. India was not intimidated by him, but there was something about the blonde haired boy that she knew unnerved her insides. Not that she ever admitted that. It seemed that recently, his cousin, Cassandra, and him, were having issues. India could care less about other people’s lives despite noticing every little minor detail. Humans were idiots. They were dirty, filthy things.

India didn’t really want to talk to Alexandra, but it seemed that she was insistent on conversation. Well, India would let her have this one chance. She needed to take her troubled mind off things anyway. They were going to give her a headache soon, floating around with mean purpose in her mind, bumping painfully against the walls of her insides. Her freshly healed hand throbbed under her sleeves, and she consciously tucked them up her shirt even more to shield them from sight. India didn’t want any questions. There were already enough rumours about her circling this school filled with nosy people. Her life was none of their business. At least Alexandra was better company than some other people she could think of.

Folding her arms across her chest in a protective fashion, India didn’t bother trying to be polite and respectful, as no one really truly deserved it; she rarely was courteous, and why should Alexandra be an exception? “So what do you want?” India asked straightforwardly with a passive voice, choosing to at least omit any menace from her tone. Her eyes were stuck to Alexandra’s in a stare, but she wasn’t being challenging; this was India’s way of saying, “proceed with the conversation. I deem you worthy of my time right now”. If Alexandra didn’t understand that and took offence instead to her words, then tough. She could leave, for all India could care. However, a small part of her did not want to be left alone to her dark thoughts. She couldn’t stop the insistent tugging in her head, roughly caressing the edges of her mind. The only thing that could keep them away was to get something to preoccupy herself with, and Devil wasn’t here right now. The silly thing was asleep on her comfy bed.

Suddenly, India let her legs collapse beneath her, bringing her body down to sitting on the soft grass. Her eyes glanced briefly up at Alexandra, before turning to the pale skies, watching it expressionlessly. She needed to contain all her feelings in that box of hers, and unknowingly, Alexandra would help her do that. India could tell her classmate was slightly concerned about her, and felt slightly grateful. It wasn’t often that anyone approached India with such kind gestures, but even when they did, she just turned them away in fear of getting close to them. Turning her gratefulness in her mind to disbelief that anyone would care, India waited to see if Alexandra would accept her invitation to join her. India didn’t want to continue acknowledging Alexandra unless she sat down beside her, because having to speak to her from a lower position made India feel vulnerable and weak. It was either she was stood on the higher pedestal or they both remained on the same level. So India waited patiently to see if Alexandra would take up on her silent offer or not.

((Discontinued thread.))