I Feel Pretty
Tue Apr 4, 2017 14:53

Claudia could see how it might be fun to apply make-up to others. Sort of like artwork, she imagined, except your canvas was a walking, talking expression, that could perhaps compliment you (or perhaps berate you) on your efforts. In addition, it was sort of intimate without being personal, which Claudia appreciated. She liked to have company sometimes, when she was reading, or playing the piano, or studying, but that didn’t mean she wanted to engage in subjective conversation about her activity. The difference between being with people and interacting with people was too often overlooked, in Claudia’s opinion.

Holland said they prefered styling the other Lyra students, which caused Claudia to consider - and not for the first time - that House cliques probably varied considerably. She didn’t spend much time with her fellow Cetus students in their common rooms, perhaps with the exception of Connor, with whom she was most likely to be found (if she was with another person; more accurately, Claudia would far more reliably be found alone). Holland had made it sound as though the Lyra students would voluntarily spend time with each other in their House quarters (an impression she had gained from Dardanius on more than one prior occasion). On a rainy day with no classes, it could sometimes happen that Claudia spent the entire day not speaking to another person beyond a cursory ‘hello’ or ‘excuse me’. She didn’t think it was necessarily her introvert nature, because it was not like this at home, where her parents, brother, and assorted visitors would inevitably engage her in conversation at some point or other. Perhaps Cetus, as a collective, was less inclined to be sociable.

Thankfully distracted from her musings, Claudia paid attention to the areas on her face that Holland covered with a darker foundation. She asked a question about blending, which Holland answered, and then continued to explain every step for Claudia’s benefit, which the second year appreciated. She didn’t even know when she would get the opportunity to try this for herself, as she did not posses any of the necessary tools or materials, but at least her hunger for knowledge was being sated.

All too soon (yes, she had been enjoying having another person’s attention entirely on her for the duration of the exercise), Claudia was gazing at a reflection of herself and being required to submit a verdict. She indulged in a long pause before answering, during which she titled her head slightly to better view her painted face from different angles. “It’s interesting,” she commented levelly. She was being truthful - the girl in the mirror looked similar to her but different, with subtle alterations that made her seem less real, somehow. Considering the number of different products that had been applied to her various features, Claudia was actually a little surprised at how natural the makeover looked. “I like it,” she finally decided, the ghost of a smile on her pink lips. “It’s… pretty.” She tore her eyes away from her reflection and smiled more genuinely at Holland. “Thank you,” she said, and batted her eyelids once because it seemed like that was something her reflection might do.

  • I’m glad to hear it - Holland, Mon Apr 3 19:57
    “I do,” they said, applying the foundation and blending it with a makeup sponge. Holland moved closer to the edge of their chair. It made a squeaking noise that wasn’t quite as offensive as the sound ... more
    • I Feel Pretty - Claudia, Tue Apr 4 14:53
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