[William's hands pop up, greedily, meerkat-quick. He takes the piece of mirror carefully, if not as carefully as he probably should, tacking down the unevenly serrated edges with the flats of his thumbs. He peers down into his own reflection with instant curiosity, refrains from doing something so obvious as wave at himself, but the surreptitious wiggle of his eyebrows is probably not as surreptitious as he had intended.
GUYS GUESS WHAT IT'S A PIECE OF MIRROR. Having verified this, William looks up again. His attention strays toward Severus' cigarette case, that the mirrors had been conjured out of. One magic at a time, William. Stepping a little closer to Kate so that she can crane her head over if she likes, he holds the mirror away from himself, approximately the altitude of his face.]
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GUYS GUESS WHAT IT'S A PIECE OF MIRROR. Having verified this, William looks up again. His attention strays toward Severus' cigarette case, that the mirrors had been conjured out of. One magic at a time, William. Stepping a little closer to Kate so that she can crane her head over if she likes, he holds the mirror away from himself, approximately the altitude of his face.]
Sargeant Brad Colbert, [he says, optimistically.]