the mirror speaks, the reflection lies

[Mason Mitchell]

((ooc: I just randomly fancied writing as him grumpy, having rushed to his sister’s aid, foregoing sleep, and then feeling like crap. Anyone? :) ))

Having worked until closing at The Three Broomsticks, shuffling home with the desire for nothing more than bed and stat, Mason had been interrupted in his quest by a phone call from his youngest sister, Jenny. Once again, she’d needed his help with a bloke she’d been seeing – she really could pick them. He had to hand it to her; she was nothing if not consistent about falling for utter dicks that treated her like crap. Having to run to his sister’s aid in the early hours of the morning and then sit up with her all night whilst she bawled out all her problems was something of a regular occurrence in Mason’s life by this point, but it didn’t make it any easier when he did it.

Now, apparating back into Hogsmeade he headed up the path slowly, an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth as he dug in his jacket pocket for his lighter – he was something of a stress smoker – as he glanced at the horizon and saw, sure as punch, the sun was just rising. Brilliant, he’d need to head off for the lunchtime shift at the restaurant in a few hours. “Who needs sleep anyway?” Mason murmured, grumbling under his breath as he finally located his lighter and deftly flicked it, holding it up to his mouth and sighing blissfully as he took the first drag on the cigarette.

[Charlotte Davenport]

Charlotte tumbled out of one of the nearby pubs along with Gwen and the rest of the hen party. They were laughing and singing and swaying on the spot. Gwen was wearing a white corseted frilly and very short mock-wedding dress, with a tiara and veil.

“Mason!” Charlie called in an overly dramatic way as she saw the man in question smoking a cigarette. “What are you doing here?” she asked as she drunkenly stumbled over him. “What time is it?” she asked trying to dig for her phone in her glittery clutch purse. For something so small it really could swallow things. She, like many of the other girls was wearing a short rather revealing dress. “Woohoo!” she yelled back at the girls as they shouted something else. “Didyaknow, Gwen is gettin’ married?” she said trying very hard not to slur her words but she was doing a poor job of it. “To that bloke Samuel, finally,” she sighed, “those two are gettin’ hitched, we just knew they were meant to be the moment they met, but no take five thousand years,” she waved her hands around wildly as she spoke.

((ooc: hope she is alright hehe.))

[Mason Mitchell]

Mason took a long, indulgent drag on his cigarette, spinning round on his heel as he heard a nearby pub's door open and a hen night group filter out, singing and talking animatedly. Shaking his head he thought 'at least some people have had a good night' whilst pocketing his lighter once again, making to turn away when one of the party called out his name. Whipping around in confusion he was met by the sight of a slightly wobbly, but very enthusiastic, Charlotte Davenport and couldn't help but smile as he removed his cigarette from his mouth to greet her. "Hey yourself, Charlie girl," he replied easily, "Hey to youse all too," he added to the other woman standing some way behind her as she stumbled over to him.

"I'm on my way home," he explained, "As of five hours ago. My sis called, she were havin a bit o trouble wi'h her man yeh see so this is me finally headin home as the sun rises." Raising his cigarette back to his mouth he paused as she dug around in her bag, trying to find something, "Easy, easy," he cautioned, catching her wrist lightly in an effort to stop her, as he was concerned about her sense of balance right then if he was being honest. " 's a quarter past 4," Mason confirmed, "No delvin inteh yer Mary Poppins bag necessary," he chuckled - he really didn't understand how girls could have such small bags and yet still manage to fit a whole load of largely unnecessary crap in them.

As she talked of the upcoming nuptials he nodded, "Mmm I did hear," Mason told her before calling over to the drunken bride-to-be, "Gwen! Congrats on gettin hitched to yeh man at last!" before turning back to Charlotte. "Well, it looks like yeh've had a good night, well it sounds like yeh 'ave," he pointed out with a knowing smile as he teased her lightly about how she was slurring her words.

((ooc: Of course, she's fab!))

[Charlotte Davenport]

Nodding, her movements dramatic in the way drunk peoples were while trying to act normal. “Aww I am sorry mate,” her eyebrows knitted together and she gave him an exaggerated expression. “What?” she looked up at him, “I am perfectly fine,” she said, over enunciating her words in an effort not to slur them. Her eyes drew downward to his hand on her arm and glanced confusedly up at him, “If you wanted to make a play for me Mase you could have just asked,” she joked. Then she laughed at his Mary Poppins comment.

“a’right,” she nodded, “I’s 4am.” The more she tried to pronounce her words correctly the more she began to slur them. Charlotte laughed and gazed back at Gwen who let out a loud cheer with her arms raised over her head, the other girl’s chimed in. “I tink thas a thank you,” she grinned up at him. “Yep a very good night,” she shook her head and then leaned against his chest. “Mmm a goodnight,” she repeated. Gwen called over as she walked over to them, “Aye Mason would you mind taking her home,” she giggled, “I think she is more pissed than I am,” she giggled again as Charlotte protested, lifting off Mason’s chest for a second and raising a finger into the air, “I am nnot pissed, no,” she broke into a smile and then began to giggle as she shook her head, “no, nope, not,” she began to nod her head but then realised she had to shake it ‘no’ and so it make this funny sort of circle.

((ooc: Sorry that took ages & aww I love them they are so much fun together, if Maya and Mason go out or something Charlie could get jealous lol, but pretend like she isn't.))

[Mason Mitchell]

Raising an eyebrow carefully he took a long drag on his cigarette, regarding her with a skeptical look as she tried to claim she wasn't drunk. "Mmm is that right?" he challenged, "If yeh say so." Looking down at her he snorted softly in disbelief, assuring her, "Believe me, darl, this really isn't me makin' a pass at yeh, this is more me tryin' to make sure yeh remain upright."

"Noted," Mason said with an incline of his head at Charlotte as she interpreted Gwen's cheer as a thank you. "I can see that yeh've all had a good time," he agreed, taken aback then as she leaned against his chest. "Uhhh Charlie? Yeh struggling with stayin' upright or are yeh makin' a pass at me now?" he joked easily, looking over at the rest of the group as if asking what to do about Charlotte.

"Yer pissed as a fart, love," Mason countered matter-of-factly at her protests, agreeing with Gwen before nodding with a grin, "Leave her with me, gerls, I'll make sure she gets 'ome safe."

((ooc: I love them too truth be told! Not sure what's happening with Maya and Mason haha but Charlie could still be jealous having seen their interaction on Facebook?))