I stumbled upon the fake yearbook of the 2008 class.
I was looking through the faces and realizing the facial expressions were often easy to read but I immediately recognised the facial arrangement as common to the individual.
Then I came across my own.
I can't figure out my own expression; I don't know what I was thinking or sending to the camera. It was a lot, good green, I can see it was some complex signaling. I think it's in the eyebrows and the delicate smirk-grin combination with the angling looking up, with wide eyes just barely glaring of pinching in thought. Even my ear was pulled back slightly, as is my habit with a variety of emotions.
My younger self's facial expression has perplexed me.
I want to jump into the picture and ask myself what exactly I was thinking, because I have all these ideas but I don't know which, even though it's possible I was thinking all of them.
I'm actually fascinated.
I still really like the picture. I'm almost glad I wasn't allowed to send in the one with the McGonagall hat (even though Bobby was because he's a boy, double standards much yearbook twits?!), because the expression in my picture is so very, very Kiwi.
It's a mystery. A complex mystery with many possible layers to explore, from delicately perched and arched eyebrows to deep but playful and sagacious forest eyes to a button nose so easy to smile at and so adept at sniffing out the truth to pink lips curved in a gentle grin that works to convey a satisfied smirk up to a sculpted little ear ever alert of the surroundings.
It's me. Kiwi. In the yearbook.
I was actually captured in the yearbook.
Now back to work.
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