Jerry bustled onto the train car, wedging himself between the other passengers. He spied a seat in the middle of the car, but a young woman intently focused on her phone got there first. He grabbed two of the bars on the backs of the seats and tried to keep his balance as the train unsteadily shuffled down the tracks. He wished he had driven.
He looked at the train map above the doors; the line ran express to Sheridan, his stop. Jerry was on his way to the Cubs game where his daughter, Jessie, would be singing the national anthem. He always went to his daughter's singing performances. He liked to fantasize that he was the perfect father. In reality, he had not spoken to his daughter since she was three years old.
Jerry had always liked to drink, but soon after his marriage began he sank into alcoholism. He would sometimes hit his wife, Wendy, but never Jessie. Just after Jessie's third birthday Wendy left him, and she took their daughter with her. He had been sober for ten years now, but he still couldn't bear to face his little girl. He didn't want to know what she thought about him. Nevertheless, he always made sure he was there to hear her sing.
Kat; Seen on the Purple Line Train to the Loop at about 5:30 p.m.
Kat pushes her blonde bangs away from her eyes and re-reads Dumbledore's words about the Mirror of Erised: "'It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. ...Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.'" Her mission for The Believers is to attempt to locate the Mirror of Erised, or any mirrors like it. She has scoured the internet, and has talked to some experts from the Corning Museum of Glass, but she hasn't had much luck. She's also looked up information about magic mirrors, but she still can't seem to find any evidence that the Mirror of Erised ever existed. Obviously, Kat is not looking forward to giving her report at Moody's tomorrow night.
She looks up from the page and sees her reflection in the train window. If she were to ever stare into the Mirror of Erised, she knows that she would see what any of the other Believers would see--hard evidence that the wizarding world exists. Perhaps she would be at a Quidditch game, or maybe she'd be browsing the books of the Hogwarts library. Either way, she'd be so happy she couldn't stand it. Maybe it's better, then, that none of them ever find the Mirror, lest they waste away in fantasies of something that may truly be only literary.
As you can probably tell from the minimal posts, my life has exploded. And it's not getting less busy, by any means. My go-go dancing skills have been in high demand lately. Here are some pictures of me dancing as a member of Buffy-a-Gogo at the Wells Street Art Festival yesterday with The Fortunate Sons (Chicago's premiere Creedence Clearwater Revival tribute band):
It was oodles of fun! Can't wait to do it again. And then tonight is Cave Bear's CD release show, which everyone should probably attend. Just sayin'. So anyway, I'm going to try to get better at posting again. I'm working on it. I promise. Please keep reading.