Imagine: At some point, Taako becomes obsessed with mirrors. Not in a vain way, as people keep accusing him, but because he catches a glimpse of his face in the mirror out of the corner of his eye and it hurts and the hurt is gone and then he’s just looking at himself in the mirror, trying to figure out what just happened
It’s usually only a few minutes at a time, but those minutes add up until it’s hours per week and days per year just looking for something he can’t find.
He laughs off any comments, usually - “Have you seen my face, my dude? It’s perfect! Of course I like to look at it.”
It’s not just the possible return to his cooking show that makes him hesitate in Wonderland when he has to sacrifice his beauty.
After they beat Wonderland and settle down for the night, he pulls out the Pocket Spa again - and for the first time in a long time there’s no ghost in the mirror out of the corner of his eye.
(A day and a drink of ichor later, he finally remembers who he was trying to find in his own face.)
The writers obviously put Hanna in that mini cage last episode just to build some sort of suspense amongst an episode of boring filler. They thought they need SOME action, even to spice up the promo for the episode. Well. Haven’t they learnt that 7 years later, we know these girls are untouchable? We know Hanna would’ve never got hurt in that cage with flying hammers or whatever. These girls never get hurt by themselves in non-finale episodes. Rather than thinking “omg what’s gonna happen!? Is she gonna make it out okay!?” I was asking myself “geez it’s been a solid thirty seconds and Caleb still hasn’t come to rescue her”. It’s just a shame they haven’t learnt many lessons for the seventh and final season. We don’t need to see the girls in “danger” to be entertained. Just a simple conversation between characters at a police station, revealing answers, is enough to excite us.
even with a year of teaching under his belt, neville still felt out of place standing in the professor’s lounge
like he’d just sneaked in and would be caught and given detention at any moment
so he wasn’t surprised when he jumped a little at hearing mcgonagall greet him by name as she entered the room
“alone, are we mr. longbottom?”
he shrugged. “still just trying to get used to it.”
a look of something neville thought might be pity flashed across her face before she let out a small hum. “yes well, it seems being the only one in the lounge has made you the odd man out. our new care of magical creatures professor will be here in half an hour, and as i have meetings at the ministry all afternoon, i’m entrusting you to help them settle in.”
he almost protested. he had a few more trunks to unpack and lesson plans to revise and three and a half greenhouses to tend to. but as soon as he opened his mouth mcgonagall leveled a severe stare at him so instead he smiled and gave a curt nod
“of course headmistress.” she thanked him and left, her green tartan cloak fluttering behind her. he wondered for a moment if she’d have given such a parental scolding glare to any of the other professors, or if she knew that given his young age and the previous nature of their relationship allowed her to do so with him alone
his thoughts were interrupted when she popped back in, holding the door open just enough to take a step into the room. “and longbottom, do try to be civil.” and she left again, just as quickly as she’d returned
try to be civil? since when was he anything but?
in any case, he decided to use his remaining half hour to unpack before heading to the entry hall to wait for the new professor
he opened one of the giant doors, thinking it might let in a nice breeze, and that it would be easier to spot the newest faculty member when they arrived
“it’s about time you showed up.”
the voice behind him was familiar but odd. familiar because he knew just who it belonged too, but odd because where it should have been genuinely mean and scathing it was playfully sarcastic and self aware.
he turned on his heels with one last hope that it wasn’t who he thought it was
pansy watched that hope drain from his face as locked eyes with her. she smirked, taking joy in his displeasure. “my trunks are in the carriage,” she said, turning to head further into the castle, not waiting for him
a moment later she heard a scuffle behind her as he scrambled to catch up with her
“what are you doing here?” he asked, half upset, half confused
she shrugged, not breaking her pace. “waiting for you to show me to my chambers. i’d prefer something overlooking the lake, but i supposed i could settle for cliff-side view.”
neville glanced back, making sure the house elf he’d summoned was retrieving her things. “this can’t be right,” he mumbled
that stopped pansy in her tracks and she spun to meet him so quickly that he almost tripped backwards. “why?” she spat. “because i’m not some golden gryffindor killing myself to be a hero? because i’m not some doe-eyed bleeding heart with a savior complex?”
neville shrank under her words. not because of the venom that came with them but because of their actual impact.
“let’s get one thing straight longbottom, i got this job because i was the most qualified candidate. over-qualified, actually, as i had to claw my way out of a reputation that was put on me before i could even walk just to even be consider for the position.
he averted his eyes, guilt over taking him.
“i wonder if you were the most qualified,” she continued. “or did your war hero status get you a free pass? or perhaps it was your old head of house being the new headmistress that did it?”
he glared at her. at least that much he knew wasn’t true. she may not have known mcgonagall well, but he did, and she wouldn’t do anyone any favors if it meant giving the student’s a sub-par teacher.
that was it, though, wasn’t it? if pansy said she was the most qualified candidate, then she must of been. mcgonagall wouldn’t have hired her other wise.
pansy saw his glare soften before he pushed by her. “come on,” he mumbled. “i’ll show you to your room.”
her trunks were waiting for them just inside of the small apartment that had been allocated for her, and the elves had even put a kettle on and laid out some biscuits.
“not too shabby,” pansy mused, checking the view from the windows in the lounge area. having a view looking down on the lake was much better than the one into the lake that the slytherin dungeons had provided.
she’d have to change the dust old lace curtains, and transfigure the heavy and worn furniture, but the space was nice
there was a lounge with two big windows and a fireplace, a small kitchen with a little round dining table for two, a bathroom with a large clawfoot tub, and a bedroom with a canopy bed similar to her old dorm one and plenty of room for her clothes. not too shabby at all.
neville was still standing by the door when she came out from inspecting the bedroom. “i’ll let you to it then,” he said, hand on the door. “there’s a staff meeting before lunch, in the great hall. i’ll show you to the lounge after that.”
she nodded and he opened the door, but stopped just short of stepping over the threshold. his shoulders heaved with his sigh. “i’m sorry,” he said, his voice low but genuine.
the door was nearly closed behind him when she let out a sigh of her own. if she was ever going to fit in, to enjoy her time teaching, she had to start now.
“neville wait.” he stopped and opened the door more, looking at her in confusion. “you should at least stay for tea.”