Mickey - Wizarding World

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"There are so many different kinds of time.

The time by which we measure our lives.

Months and years.

Or the big time,

the time that raises mountains and makes stars.

Or all the things that happen between one

heartbeat and the next.

It's hard to live in all those kinds of time.

Easy to forget that you live in all of them."

-Robert Charles Winston, Spin

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If you asked Mickey what the one thing he was good at, he would tell you smuggling things in or out of places.

However, if you had asked just about anyone else, they would tell you the one thing Mickey Lupin was good at was being wasted potential. Wasted intelligence. Wasted skills. Most of all, wasted beauty.

Oh, Mickey was beautiful. The boy knew it as well, he just didn't understand how much it could be of use. He didn't take proper care of his face or his hair. Despite that, Mickey was still pretty. There could be more. Sometimes, just sometimes, Mickey wishes he could be more.

There are just three keys and a padlock to Mickey's door to becoming just exactly what he envisions as more.

Paris Turner; Possibly the most good looking boy in school. While Mickey looked as if he were sculpted from marble by the Romans, Paris was painted by the Greeks. His movements were fluid, his face was young and smooth. Colors were chosen carefully, only increasing the attractiveness of his caramel skin.

Valencia Lockhart; Beautiful, "smart", and rich. The younger sister of Gilderoy Lockhart and his carbon copy. Valencia's curly blonde hair was never messy and her bright blue eyes shone brightly along with her smile. When Gilderoy was admitted to St. Mungo's, Valencia had been given half of his money in case he died the heroic death he was so close to getting.

Alexandria Summers; If Harry Potter had not gone to Hogwarts, Alexandria would be the most popular kid at school, already being the most influential. Paris and Valencia are her pets, following her around like they were ducklings and she was the swan they followed. Everyone else were the uglies, the children of gooses. They prayed to her like she was the goddess of the school. Love. Beauty. Fame. Winning. Perfect marks. All of it was asked from Alexandria, wanting just a chance at what they believed to be more.