"Of course, Chet, I like that mirror that makes people happy," Professor Sprout said cheerfully. "Even if I see my own grinning face whenever I look into it."
"Quite right. I love sky blue," Professor Flitwick agreed. "Your mirror goes perfectly with my favorite robes."
"Sky blue? Mine is green," Professor McGonagall said, wearing a black gentleman's top hat. "Ah-"
"Did you specifically choose our favorite colors?"
"That's right." Brian nodded. "For that, we have to thank the mirror section at the Muggle supermarket. They have mirrors in every color, and they don't pass judgment on the customers."
Yes, he had bought his mirrors at a Muggle supermarket. Originally, he had planned to buy his materials in Diagon Alley,
but the shop there called the Wondrous Mirror Shop had been positively suffocating. Bizarrely shaped mirrors covered the counters: spiked ones, three-panel folding ones, long wavy ones. They all had different personalities, and the bad-tempered ones not only swore at each other but swore at the customers too,
while the good-tempered mirrors prattled on, reassuring customers not to take it to heart.
Brian had taken one look and turned around-not because the mirrors were poor quality, but because the shop was simply too noisy. Many customers were even using Sonorus to haggle with the mirrors.
He had simply borrowed a set of Muggle clothes from Tom, left the Leaky Cauldron, breathed in the familiar smell of car exhaust for a while, crossed two streets, and brought back a large batch of mirrors from a large supermarket opposite, all in his colleagues' favorite colors.
Professor McGonagall's was emerald green, Professor Sprout's dark green, and Dumbledore's alternating blue and purple,
while Hagrid's was a children's model decorated with a ferocious dragon.
Memories always tended to distract people.
At the checkout, Brian had absentmindedly