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Who: Tom Riddle (hereisariddle), Narcissa Black (sweetcissy), and a bit of Harry Potter (cruxofapotter)
What: Tom and Narcissa decide to take a visit to the House of Personas
When: October 27th
Where: The House of Personas in Luceti Land
Summary: Tom and Narcissa have taken it upon themselves to explore Luceti Land. The House of Personas is no exception, and what awaits them may come as a bit of a surprise.
Rating: PGish? PG-13 at most.

When Narcissa had invited Tom to come with her to Luceti Land, he had been searching for an excuse to make himself go. Amusement parks were a Muggle thing, and as such, he had suppressed his curiosity and kept himself from acting on it. When Narcissa showed up at his doorstep, she had offered him just the excuse he was looking for - after all, she was just as pureblood as he claimed to be, and almost as biased - and thus, he took it. Now, the majority of Luceti Land had proven to be rather uninteresting; attractions such as The Dunk Tank and Twilight Horse of Horrors failed to bring him the amusement the park's nature had promised him. The roller coasters, on the other hand, he rather enjoyed.

But none of the above mentioned attractions could have possibly prepared him for what lay in store in the House of Personas. When Tom entered the building, he wasn't sure of what to make of it. A hall full of mirrors was a bit of an odd sight. He waited, however, for his companion of the day to join him before he began his investigation.

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"Narcissa Black." Tom answered. He suppressed the temptation to let his unhappy, younger self know of the good fortune about to be bestowed upon him (Hogwarts, that is), and didn't offer anything more. He wanted to keep his roots from Narcissa, after all, and if it was made apparent that he didn't know of Hogwarts at the age of eleven, he had no doubt she would grow suspicious.

So, he moved to the next mirror. The expression following read "confused".

[sweetcissy.livejournal.com]

Turning her head at the sound of her name, Narcissa realised that Tom's reflection must have enquired after her identity. Giving the sombre boy a curious look as Tom moved away, she waved at her beribboned younger self and moved to stand beside Tom.

The look on his face was one of puzzlement, and Narcissa found herself agreeing with him.

"Books?"

I feel so awful for my huge delays ><

[hereisariddle.livejournal.com]

"Apparently." He hadn't seen the one hovering across from him before. It was a plain book - it didn't even seem to have anything written on the pages - one that he would expect to see in a Muggle shop, not across from him in the a hall of mirrors.

He moved on.

different timezones, and we do have lives! Well, you do. XD

[sweetcissy.livejournal.com]

"It looks like the shelves in my room..." she trailed off as Tom moved past her, but she did notice that his book seemed to be nothing more than blank pages.

"Why would it show you a diary?" Narcissa asked as she stepped next to him at the next mirror. Her eyes widened at the object within. "My wand!"

Her hand flew to the glass, which naturally, did not give way.

But what use is a life if it riddles me with guilt about neglecting Tom's? (pff no pun intended)

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"Not sure. I haven't seen it before." And then there's a pointed stare at what was hovering before him. Just what was the significance of a ring? Or an blank diary, for that matter? "Nor have I seen this." Narcissa's wand got a glance, as did she.

Tom wasn't very well enjoying this. He took a few more steps to peer into the next one. It was the very locket Tom had seen hanging from Salazar Slytherin's neck in the first mirror.

"Narcissa." He called, and again, if she would look, he would gesture her over.

it's why I have a data plan on my phone. *sigh*

[sweetcissy.livejournal.com]

"How very odd."

Narcissa did not think much of this Hall of Persona's - so far, everything she'd seen had just made her miss home that much more. She'd been managing to suppress it so far, but all the familiar faces and objects - though again, she didn't recognise the ring reflected before Tom - were not conducive to her good humour. Though she tool some small comfort in the fact that even though Tom was from several decades before her time, he was at least a wizard, and the right sort, too.

She glanced up when he called her name. "Hmm?"

*Pat, pat*

[hereisariddle.livejournal.com]

'The right sort' indeed. If Tom encountered one of the caretakers from the orphanage, he was gone. Tom gave himself a note to keep an eye on Narcissa's pace, and to stay at least one step ahead of her.

He nodded her over to the next mirror. Perhaps her reflection would hold a hint.

[sweetcissy.livejournal.com]

Not quite as eager to see what the mirrors held anymore, Narcissa still stepped over to stand beside Tom. Her eyebrows went up as she, too, recognised the locket and chain, but then her attention was caught by what the mirror showed her.

"Right..."

It was a gnarled oak tree on the grounds at Hogwarts, near one of the lesser known exits from the castle.

Well, she knew what significance that held. And she wasn't going to share it.

[hereisariddle.livejournal.com]

He kept his gaze on her, and his eyebrows went up as well, in a nonverbal questioning that it seemed she would likely miss.

"Any idea?"

[sweetcissy.livejournal.com]

"The... objects seem to be things that we value. Or that hold some sort of sentimental meaning."

That was true for her, at least, and vague enough, she hoped.

[hereisariddle.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps, although this is the only one I've recognised." And, again, he moved to the next. This mirror held a golden cup, one that had two finely wrought handles on its sides, and a badger engraved on the front.

He glanced back at the mirror that had held Slytherin's locket, and then he realised what the cup was. Although he had no idea why there would be a possession of Helga Hufflepuff's in one of his mirrors. Although, it seemed, the mirrors were there to raise more questions than to provide answers.

[sweetcissy.livejournal.com]

Narcissa paused just before the mirror this time, not really sure she wanted to see what it held. As such, she saw Tom's reflected object before she saw hers. A golden cup?

"I think these mirrors are defective..." Because she was close enough now that the faint blur appearing for her was solidifying into what she suspected would be her canopied bed at home. Complete with teddy bears. Moving on. Though she could wish her mattress in this world were a little more comfortable.

"Why in Merlin's name would it show you a cup?"