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Smoke and Mirrors
His father's ghost haunts him, and he hates him more in death than in life.
He secretly practices Divination's cheap tricks, and the hateful face floats on the surface of the tea. He slaps the cup away with a single violent thought, porcelain and liquid shattering and spattering like teeth and blood on the whitewashed walls.
The crystal ball taunts him too. He cracks that open like a baby's skull in his hand.
He brews potions where the walls have no eyes. A black-haired ghost in the mirror shadows him once more through the smoke.
The ghost has green eyes.