Holding one hand in the air to keep me pinned to the wall, the witch motioned to the mirror with the other. It levitated across the room. When it reached her, she examined it with great care.
“You have a Mark One!” she exclaimed.
“A what?” Daniel asked.
“A Mark One magic mirror, you dolt,” she scorned, gesturing at the engraving on the back of the mirror. “I thought they’d all been destroyed ages ago . . . Do you have any idea what one of these is worth?”
“It’s not ours to give,” Blue blathered nervously. “See, we only borrowed it from our school. We were going to put it back. Now we’re just sort of holding onto it to protect it from whoever was really trying to steal it. But we have to take it back eventually otherwise we’ll get in serious trouble and—”
“Blue, shut up!” SJ barked. Sh
