That's what he gets for asking. Moonlight and drops of milk don't make any more sense than some of the other magic rituals he's tried to learn about, all so frustratingly illogical yet impossible for him to rule out. He huffs and gives her one last withering look before he starts to unwrap the mirror.
And again, when he turns it over he's met with his reflection and nothing else. He watches his own scowl for a long moment, trying to see past it, but damned if there's anything else looking back at him. It doesn't feel any different to him, and it should. This thing is supposed to be so cursed that an army was chasing her for it, and it doesn't do anything.
"I don't get it." He speaks through gritted teeth, still glaring at the mirror. It's one more jab at him and what he's unable to fix, and how stupid he was to think it could be that easy. "If it did work, it doesn't any more. It's just another useless antique."
Hearing his own words seems to set him off. Abruptly, he turns and starts stalking the hall, mirror still in hand and swearing under his breath. What the fuck is he missing?
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And again, when he turns it over he's met with his reflection and nothing else. He watches his own scowl for a long moment, trying to see past it, but damned if there's anything else looking back at him. It doesn't feel any different to him, and it should. This thing is supposed to be so cursed that an army was chasing her for it, and it doesn't do anything.
"I don't get it." He speaks through gritted teeth, still glaring at the mirror. It's one more jab at him and what he's unable to fix, and how stupid he was to think it could be that easy. "If it did work, it doesn't any more. It's just another useless antique."
Hearing his own words seems to set him off. Abruptly, he turns and starts stalking the hall, mirror still in hand and swearing under his breath. What the fuck is he missing?