Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33209858-20161206233939/@comment-33209858-20170105053440

There was an abundance of mirrors she could peek into. If she truly wanted to check all of them, it would probably take her nearly half of her day, perhaps even more depending on how well the floor is polished or if a student's MirrorPhone is turned off. However, and perhaps it was because she secretly liked to stick with her mirror aesthetic, Mirriah tended to only check mirrors, and not all reflective surfaces, such as aforementioned polished floors or blackened MirrorPhones. Not unless she was looking for something particularly juicy. Otherwise, it would take her way too much time.

Then again, she was growing rather tired searching for her green-skinned target, and was perhaps ready to resort to checking all reflective surfaces. By now, the images swimming in her hand-mirror were flashing past quickly, forming from periwinkle smoke before disappearing not but a moment later. Her blue-violet eyes were hooded from boredom, but they quickly snapped open to full attention when a flash of green caught her gaze. Her pale hand trembled just the tiniest bit as she watched the son of the Wicked Witch wander down one of the hallways in the school. He was holding a mirror in his hand and - oh! He was using magic with it, no less!

It didn't take Mirriah but a second to register that Celadon was heading down the corridor, towards her location. Coincidental, but appreciated nonetheless. A smile curved her dark red lips as she muttered to herself, "Something wicked this way comes."

Cheesy? Yes. But no one ever said Mirriah was not melodramatic at the best of times. And anytime an opportune moment for a Shakespearean quote presented itself, she was bound to take it. Flipping a curled piece of hair victoriously over her shoulder, she quickly started down the way she knew the male to be.