Life didn’t pass slowly anymore. The mirror attached itself to the different surfaces it saw fiendishly. Every time the surface became dormant, every time the person left and the mirror faded into the world of in between it hungrily romped onto the next little portal of glass. The joy of the choice laid out before it led to the mirror frosting for a while, reflecting countless visages without taking up roots, cataloguing a thousands faces and emotions in a rush as it explored what this place had to offer.

The mirror moved father and father away from the woman, as far as the fiendish rush carried him. But ultimately he did not travel far before once again settling in a shining surface and gazing out onto the bland white tiling of a bathroom and the boy looking back at him.

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As the boy stared into the surface of the mirror-brushing and scrubbing away at his teeth- the mirror took notice of the spots and blemishes on his face and felt a strange new feeling of satisfaction. Here he felt he had ample room to work with and could have made progress with simply his ensnare spell alone. Content to wait the mirror sat poised for when the boy wasn’t occupied with menial tasks and could devote to the mirror his full attention.