Room of Reflection

Room of Reflection
third floor of adeothorne

Nobody knows how Adeothorne came into the possession of so many mirrors, but here they are all stowed away in a secret nook of the castle that only a few have stumbled upon. To enter the Room of Reflection, one must pay their respects to the suit of armor with the bronze shoe in the trophy armory. Upon bowing or doing a little curtsy, he will step aside to reveal a curtain, behind it a door to a room covered ceiling to floor in looking-glasses. There is a rumor that if you look in a specific one hidden amongst the piles and piles then you might even see your heart's desire looking back at you.

Leighton Bishop

caulerpa, sixth year
ateleia

Whatever dynamic he is meant to have with Molly Mayberry has been managing to complicate itself more and more over the winter holidays, which he has unfortunately been left quite confused over. Her Christmas gift was flattering though he surmises that it's not too flattering if it's based on some outdated knowledge she has of him. Admittedly, he contacted his music teacher one of the following nights however, and he finds it worth acknowledging that this gift has potentially forced him to rekindle his pretentious love of music. He has wondered since then in quite a disgruntled way if she would have reacted negatively to this outcome, finding this too obnoxious for her tastes. If Molly Mayberry has troubles with the other Adeothorne students, which he thinks she ought to (and *lots* of them), then he's certain they wouldn't have received the serving of blunt distaste he endured. To think that she had gifted him something so wonderfully tasteful had therefore confused him and even bothered him a little too, but he consulted his one true consultant (his uncle) and came to the conclusion that he would gift her something in return. He's attempting to give the gift to her in the Room of Reflection, arriving early to ensure they aren't caught together because something about this is embarrassing. Except... he catches Honey Camacho standing right in front of where he's meant to perform for this silly statue, deflating at this revelation though he tries to remain pompous in appearance. "Hello, Camacho," he says, voice stern though it wavers a little as he says her name. He considered calling her Honey after now believing they might genuinely be on the friendlier terms she often teased him with, but that feels a little embarrassing too after refusing to for so long. He tucks the box meant for Molly under his arm, trying to semi-hide it within the depths of his jumper.

Honey Camacho

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

The day is nowhere near over yet, but Honey has already had an eventful morning. She thought it would be best to communicate to Archer immediately (and in person this time!) that she was underwhelmed over the holidays and hopes that they might be able to do something more fun together the next time they go out. She doesn't know if their conversations over text have just made her hyperaware of things she had not noticed when she agreed to start going out with him in December, but the whole time they talked she couldn't help but note just how... dull he could be at times. They're going out again to Adeorange later tonight and if that proves to be underwhelming too, then she'll probably end things before they can get any more serious. It doesn't bother her too much, but it has certainly made her wonder if she would be better off with someone that doesn't possess the same level of energy and ridiculousness that she does. Yves seems very happy with Katiya and Summer is certainly enamored with Zenia, so maybe it *does* make more sense to find someone who would in theory balance her out... *Nah*. Wanting to shake off the bad vibes from her talk with Archer, she is on her phone scrolling through her Witchagram contacts to see who she might be able to spend the rest of her day with. Lemon mentioned being free earlier; while she isn't online at the moment, it wouldn't hurt to message her and check... Then she sees Valya's name and instinctively she taps on that instead. It's so cold that returning to the Swimming Hole would definitely be a welcome escape from winter. Ugh, she hates that she had to go home for the break and couldn't see any of her schoolmates at all. Now, there are just too many friends that she wants to catch up with. Speaking of friends... She looks up from her phone when she hears the familiar voice and the corners of her mouth quirk up when she sees it's Leighton. Are they friends now? She doesn't want to risk it by asking outright. "Hello, *Bishop*." she says, huffing a little in amusement. She's standing against a wall of knights and statues, so it's not like she's in his way or anything... It's nice that he must want to talk to her then. "How was your break?"

Leighton Bishop

caulerpa, sixth year
ateleia

He smirks a little, but then catches what he's doing and straightens himself out. His eyes narrow as if considering this question, stuck between being more honest (considering the events at Elouan's party) or answering with his trademark hostility though there's certainly some sort of in-between he can manage if he plays it correctly. Leighton huffs, unconsciously mimicking his potential friend as his eyes roll over in their sockets. "For your information, holiday was eventful – far more interesting than I had been anticipating." With what happened between his mother and his soon-to-be third mother, his mother and his aunt and his other aunt, his father and his uncle, and his uncle and his soon-to-be second mother, somehow the least eventful part of his holiday was the one issue he had been looking forward to: meeting his uncle's long lost love, which was meant to be sort of eventful for him. After all, if there's a divorce that he blames himself for, it's his uncle's. "My grandfather gifted me quite the impressive watch," he adds, extending his other arm to show it off. It's flashy, and it was almost so flashy that he forgot who his grandfather was until he started coughing and grumbling out comments about his grandmother. "Striking, is it not?" He's smirking at her just a little, almost as if he's being purposefully annoying. "How was your holiday? You seem to have survived yours fine enough." He doesn't want to compliment her nor would he know how to if he had the desire, but he glances over her as if inspecting her condition. He says something to himself about how she must be chilly, but he doesn't care enough to say something or solve it. Just observe with a little annoyance.

Honey Camacho

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

The Bishops *do* seem like the type to have a holiday season straight out of a *teleserye*, so the term 'eventful' only slightly surprises her. She raises an eyebrow but says nothing else. She feels like somebody else would have pried, but she knows if she were on the receiving end of that she would surely be unamused. Honey almost rolls her eyes herself at the watch, but refrains from any reaction like that. It *feels* like he's trying to annoy her, so she doesn't bite. She tells herself it's because she wants to be nicer for the sake of their blossoming... friendship? but honestly she's just stubborn and doesn't want him to win. "My eldest brother and his wife had a baby last month so the little *angel* was the center of attention." Their third child already, Honey cannot fathom why they chose to have *another* one after watching how the older two would run around, scream, and touch everything. "Which meant my older relatives were preoccupied with that and had less time to criticize me and some of the others." It's a good thing that her friends don't know her brother like how her old ones had, because surely Danilo would have tattled about Archer if that were the case in an attempt to get attention off himself. It's worth noting that her brother only ever receives *positive* attention, but she can't fault him for wanting to avoid their nosy aunts and uncles. "Other than that, I spent most of my holiday break in my room." Honey is aware it sounds unusual, but she went out once with her old friends and spending the day with them felt unfulfilling. Her current set of friends at Hogwarts raised the bar quite a bit, but also it seemed more glaringly obvious that they had been more excited to see her brother than to catch up with her. That's always been the case, she's aware, but this time she minded more. Perhaps her standards have gotten a bit higher. "Are you going somewhere? We can walk together." Maybe he approached her because he wanted the company.