reflection

Reflection

Sable hair, ivory skin, pale blue eyes; a handsome face.

He sees his reflection in the still waters of the lake, and he loathes it.

The always smiling/ smirking face. Ever emotional. Showing thoughts and feelings, though try as he may to suppress them and mask them, they just appeared easily. Always.

A charming face. Recognisable. All the time. Too ordinary. Too much like the rest.

Too much like him, the namesake. A Muggle, at that, and one not worthy enough to live. A dead man. He carried a dead man's face. It may have been handsome, but every contour of it still reminded him of pain, betrayal... Death. Underneath that smooth, pale blanket, it was probably slowly rotting.

He dashes at the cold water furiously, water drops spraying everywhere, the only sound for miles around. His image is gone, and the droplets begin to collect together again, slowly, to reform themselves, a new birth of sorts, creating a new, strange stillness in the lake.

He looks at the water oddly. He can't see his face yet.

He tilts his head, then, whispering an incantation, well learned, he points the wand at his eyes.

A slight shock, he shakes his head, then... nothing.

He looks into the clear water once more. The water's pieced itself back again.

He can see his face. And all of a sudden it's all the more frightening.

His eyes are a darker hue- red, perhaps? They're different from the awkward blue. So much more than just 'icy'. They can burn you. Scald, scorch, and scar you. They're strong. They dominate. They rove the water's surface greedily, searching for other imperfections to gorge out and eliminate. A flicker here, a flicker there... there's a flame burning in those eyes. Thirsting. It's hungry. Hungry for the firewood it deserves, though it has enough fuel to keep it burning a lifetime. Nobody would be able to read his eyes now. The enclosed flame was so hot you avoided it, and thus, would avoid his eyes. It guarded the emotions fighting to get out, so all you saw was a fire's ever- flicker. No warmth could be sought from this fire.

He blinks twice. Once to shake himself out of this strangely wonderful thought of being ever- unreadable, and once for clarity of the mind. To come back to the dirty brown earth. To hard reality.

But all he sees is a powerful young man opposite him, in these pristine, truthful waters.

And for once, he is this powerful stranger. Not some strange young man on his travels. But a powerful stranger.

He smiles, a little smile, to himself.

It was time to transform. Further than ever before. Soon he'd be rid of the dead man's face, then...

Then, the terror could slowly untwirl.

A/N: It's a bit weird, bit pointless, but there you go. Just a lil' description thing ^^.