Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33209858-20161206233939

Spying was such a harsh word. That's why Mirriah rarely ever used it to describe her "hobby". No one knew exactly how Mirriah managed to dig up all these rumors and secrets about everybody. Some supposed it was because she hung around with Blondie Lockes so much. Some figured she spent most of her free time hidden in the shadows, looking for some good gossip. Some believed there were forces of witchcraft behind it. Whatever the case truly was, though, Mirriah was keeping it hidden and under wraps for as long as she could.

In truth, she used her ability to connect to the Mirror Realm as a way to see through the various mirrors at Ever After High and check up on many students there. The reason she kept her ability secret from everyone was because otherwise people would just to cover up their mirrors. And thus, Mirriah would never get any good gossip if people started doing that. She needed this "third eye" of hers to carefully watch over the school. Like a vigilante. Who liked to blackmail and gossip.

Lately, she'd been quite preoccupied with watching a certain someone - the son of the Wicked Witch of the West, to be precise. She'd been intriguied with him as of late because of one reason, and one reason only. And the reason was even in his future title: He was a witch. Mirriah was often remarked as a strange sort of girl. It was why she didn't have many friends. That, and because of her atittude and proficiency in blackmail. But the various witches of Ever After High were usually safe from Mirriah. "Safe" meaning they weren't blackmailed like the rest of the student body. But they weren't "safe" in the regard that Mirriah was unhealthily obsessed with them.

The ravenette was using her hand-mirror - the ornate ivory one she always kept by her side in case of emergencies - to peer into the various looking glasses around campus. Multiple classrooms and hallways swam into view in the glass in a haze, but none of them contained the person she was avidly looking for. She was trying to locate him. Maybe today would be the day she finally introduced herself. Maybe.  