Dudley stood in front of the mirror staring at the image. His cousin Harry told him of enchanted mirrors in the wizard world that spoke to you, and usually not in kind words. He wondered what the glass would say to him if it could. Hey fat ass ever hear of a diet!? Dudley focused on his large gut; the same one has his father. He didn't want it. He hated the remarks. But he couldn't get himself to hate the food and the only source of true happiness it brought to him. Thank god the mirrors can't talk here.