It wasn't often that Julien could be found here. When he was, though, and when the others knew, no one questioned his business there. Of course, from the day since Myrtle found permanent residence in this bathroom, there was certainly the presence of boys gracing the place that was merely abandoned in name and original function. This was where one could go to be away from other people; that is, unless great minds thought alike or really, that fools seldom differed, a rather frequent occurrence that Moaning Myrtle could vouch for. The case at hand here, however, was that somehow, no one thought it too odd that Julien could be spending time in a girls' bathroom, out of order or not. It was as if everyone had been imbued with the idea that Julien was no threat to a personal female space. Really, the worst he could do in a girls' bathroom was to occupy the space in front of one of the mirrors for way too long.
Today's operation was simple, but yet of utmost importance. It was, however, difficult to be done in the comfort of his dorm. The sight of Julien engrossed with the contents of his cauldron in a Ravenclaw space was sure to elicit curiosity. Unfortunately, the answer to the questions was surely not going to settle well with the other boys. After all, which Ravenclaw boy was really going to receive a typical response to the fact that he was throwing time and effort into a pot for a solution to a spot. The mirror was a great source of agony to Julien the night before. The spot had, of all places, planted itself right at the tip of his nose. To say that he was not impressed would obviously be an understatement. No, Julien was devastated; mildly deranged in his head from the discovery. The boy had nothing to combat the nightmare of a spot, an occasion of monstrosity that would invite itself onto his face at too rare times, so that its current presence was enough to be a critical hit to Julien.
Sat near the sinks, Julien sucked on his lower lip as he watched the colourless liquid in his pot, waiting for a sign of change. The anxiety from the night before had yet to simmer down. The only thing in the boy's mind was the end product of his operation. He was going to ensure that the spot on his nose disappear before he could leave the bathroom. He could not be himself, knowing it was just there, right where it was part of the gift that greeted the world every single day (and the world liked it; his face, that is). Julien's vanity had always gotten the best of him, and this time there was to be no exception again. Today, though, the world was not going to get him. Julien was adamant that he hide away in this gravity-like humiliation. He could resume his place in the clouds of beauty once gravity was fought with.
by Augustus Rookwood Mon Jan 30, 2012 3:11 pm
