Dubious Recognition PV

Janus was in the library once more, looking for a place where his homework would maybe become magically easier to write. When he had looked around at the first tables though, he noticed all the seats were occupied as apparently other students had had his same idea. Without losing hope, he walked some steps more into the echoing corridor and finally saw an empty seat. It was opposite... Diane? Even if she was hunched over a book, the hair, nose and what little he could see of her eyes were freakishly similar to her sister's. Alright, that witch's hair was a bit longer than how Diane had ever had it and she looked thinner than his sister, but Janus still felt a pang of homesickness while looking at that stranger.

Shaking himself out of his nostalgia, he quietly approached the girl's table, who was a Gryffindor judging by the colours she wore. He then decided to reach out and tap her lightly on the shoulder to draw her attention, letting his book and parchment drop on the table. "Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked while he was already lowering in the chair opposite hers.

Now that he had a better view, his stare locked onto her instinctively; her eyes really were those of his sister, as if someone had stolen them and put them in this new girl's head. That meant they were also the same colour as his; he and his sister had had fights over the differences in their irises and there were some, but the overall hue could be described by the same colours. The Gryffindor's hair was also familiar; the same brown shade as his sister and father, just less straight. Her nose had the same freckles and delicate profile of Diane's too, but some other details and the overall face shape and body build were different of course. Funny how it happened, two complete strangers being born with some of the exact same features; Janus knew it was possible though, coincidences were crazy like that.
Suddenly realising he was staring, he gave an apologetic half-smile and lazily opened his book.

“Oh, not at all,” Aurelia said briefly glancing at the boy before returning to her work. She had only replied out of courtesy, which was most likely the same reason why the boy even bothered asking at all. Although she would have very much preferred having a little personal space without anyone snooping on the absurdity she was researching on, she did not have the right to refuse if someone were to sit across her, especially when all the chairs were occupied.

The Gryffindor did infact mind as as soon as the boy sat down, she could feel his eyes watching her, making it almost impossible to focus on what she working on. After a good fifteen seconds or so, the slight annoyance began prodded her so much so that she lifted her head from the book she was referring to and shifted her gaze into the boys’, her face rather unamused.

However, she didn’t expect for the boy’s appearance somewhat familiar or rather, similar as if she had seen him somewhere. What astonished her more was the color of the Ravenclaw’s pupils. They were a light shade of blue but had a hint of grey as well which reminded her of her own eyes whenever she look at herself at the mirror in the morning. Her family members occasionally complimenting her her how her unique her eye colour was, of course, none of her relatives from both sides of the family were biologically related.

Not only that, the features of the boy’s jawline and chin vaguely resembled her own. Other than the many scars she had obtained over the years, the subtle bump on her chin was the next insecurity she had over her appearance. Being a fourteen year old who would blame her for being slightly self-conscious about her looks?

“Have we met?” Aurelia could not help but ask. If her mother was here, she would have scowled at Aurelia for it was no way for a pureblood she was raised to be to start a conversation with such a blunt question. “Apologies, it was rather impertinent for me to ask. You simply look... familiar. ” Aurelia said in a collective manner. She then extended her hand, “Aurelia Bezuid- I mean Notrésvace. Aurelia Notrésvace,” the girl corrected herself, internally screaming at the minor slip-up. Way to create a first impression, a girl who could not get her last name right.