She stumbled into a room, a room like no other. She had never seen this room, and oddly enough, it was empty, completely bare except for a mirror.
It looked like a normal mirror, being in a frame of gold and just standing there with nothing astonishing about it. The way it reflected the light was no different than any other mirror imitated these beams. But the feeling that it presented itself with was unusual. It was as if the mirror had its own personality, or rather the personality and desires of others.
It looked like a normal mirror, but how false that observation was. She never understood the meaning of it. What the round, shiny object showed her had confused the smartest witch of their generation.
It really did look like a normal mirror, but after peering into it, she no longer had that perception. She expected to see herself. That was what the normal thing would have been. But that was not what she witnessed. Nothing even remotely close to her, at least nothing obvious.
Instead, she saw a boy. No, not a boy, a young man she knew quite well. He was more mature than anyone she had ever known, except for his occasional outbursts of fury when he was angry.
But he was far from angry in this picture. His emerald green eyes seemed to be lit with happiness and joy, as if the burden of killing Voldemort had been lifted and taken away forever. As if he was no longer the famous Boy Who Lived. The mess of jet black hair that rested atop his head was as sloppy as ever, but she wouldn't have it any other way. His round glasses were slightly tilted and his clothes were a slightly oversized and messy, but she smiled anyways. She wouldn't have it any other way.
His face appeared to be glowing with a light that was not something you could just give out. He was smiling, and he looked like he had not a care in the world.
The young bushy haired girl's smile grew ten times bigger as she took in everything that she saw in that mirror.
The mirror looked like nothing out of the ordinary, but how wrong that observation was. It shows not your appearance, it shows what is in the eye of the beholder. That's what her Headmaster had told her when she had asked him about it not too long ago.
Now returning again for the first time in a while, she sat down in front of the mirror with parchment, quill, and ink surrounding her. She looked up and smiled, seeing the same image she had seen before. She soon started scribbling away and finished as soon as she had started. Smiling, she stood up and walked to her Head Girl dormitory with the note folded. She found her stickers in which she used to close the letters and stuck one on the document. Picking up the letter, she walked next door and placed the letter down on Harry's bedside table and then left, smiling once again.
