mirrors

Airey had not been in this part of the castle since his first year. Back then he had peered into the mirror and seen himself without his stutter and surrounded by friends. Now, two decades later, he wondered what he would see now.

So it was with great caution and closed eyes that he approached the legendary mirror and held his breath. First night back in the castle and he was already looking for ways to torture himself.

One last deep breath and his flew eyes opened. There he was. In a different sort of suit. One designed for space.