 For Sweetpeea Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
Moose was entering Janus Gallowglass as he normally did every few months as a test for himself. Every mirror in this shop that he passed by sent shivers down his spine. He would not falter though. He stopped at a display of mirrors hanging perfectly on the wall and looked at himself in it. As he was looking at himself he saw that his reflection dart it's gaze like it had seen something behind his back. Moose looked behind himself almost instantly. His heart went racing. This was a terrible idea. He hates mirrors.
Nothing was behind him. When he turned back around to look at his reflection again for just a brief second his reflection wasn't his own. First it was Nemesis Upstead, then it was the melting face of his former Headmaster Trent with glimpse of Lucien Rosier beneath. Then they were gone and it was him. He hated Mirrors so so very much.
He exhaled rather deeply.
This test of courage was meant more Gryffindor fools. Maybe after this he would go and cool his mind off by relaxing at the Memorial Garden.
In the meantime he might go and get a 15 minute session in the Psychomanteum. Usually did so his visits to Janus Gallowglass didn't seem like he was snooping around the shop and just looking at himself in the mirrors like a narcissist.
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