Ford shook his head lightly at Dodonus' response. "You're not taking it home," he said firmly, as he picked his way across the broken glass on the floor back to the edge of the mirror. He used a quick spell to shrink it down to a size that could fit in his pocket, then reached down to pick it up. Unfortunately his spell hadn't changed the weight of the object, so it was a little awkward to pick up, but not impossible. Mirrors weren't as unwieldy as wardrobes, after all, and he had experience surreptitiously moving one of those out of a Muggle inn. "At least not until someone at the Ministry's already cleared it and we know you won't accidentally get stuck inside a broken piece of glass, or anything."
Probably he should have just left his answer at no, but he had to admit that he was curious about the mirror's origin and intended purpose as well — and he had a decided soft spot for Dodonus and the things that emerged from his tinkering. That had been the genesis of their bizarre friendship in the first place. Ford slipped the mirror into his pocket and tried not to let the weight of it affect the way he was carrying himself and walking. "C'mon, let's go," he said, heading towards the shop front.
Probably he should have just left his answer at no, but he had to admit that he was curious about the mirror's origin and intended purpose as well — and he had a decided soft spot for Dodonus and the things that emerged from his tinkering. That had been the genesis of their bizarre friendship in the first place. Ford slipped the mirror into his pocket and tried not to let the weight of it affect the way he was carrying himself and walking. "C'mon, let's go," he said, heading towards the shop front.
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