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[It had happened just before the end of third period during a washroom trip, when following a messy art lesson, Hebe had meandered over to a sink to wash the charcoal off her hands. She was scrubbing inbetween her fingers when she happened to glance up in the mirror -- and then she saw herself reflected twice, once as her natural reflection and the second as someone behind her. It looked like her, but her hair was pulled back in a French braid, buttons earrings decorating those ears.
But that was the same schoolbag slung over her shoulder. The same awkward shoulders, same facial features. Like a twin. A fake. A doppelgänger.
Instead of shrieking, the little goddess stared into the mirror, bewildered but aware of who she was looking at. "How are--" she'd begun, just before her other self snorted and started to walk off toward the door. Hebe forgot herself for a moment, and by the time she'd scrambled for the door to glance outside, the other her was gone.]