From Constable's Cloud
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The looking-glass, if it could be called that, had a bulky border with leaf designs and a black grille that protected it from curious hands wanting to touch the smooth surface.
But it could not be a mirror, Constable thought. The glass was supposed to show his reflection, instead it displayed the outside of Spivey Manor—his home—and looked more like a photograph. Sometimes he saw moving figures, his parents or the cousins returning from school, and even the butler when he opened the door to receive visitors.
Constable was never able to see himself. He would run from the mirror to the front door and back again, just in case the Other Constable was slower, but this did not work and he was shouted at for leaving muddy footprints on the carpet and disturbing his cousins’ music lessons.
It was an enchanted mirror, he came to realise. For hours he would stare at it until one of the maids told him off for the puddle of water at his feet—a cloud always followed Constable around and occasionally rained on him. During those moments Constable was forced to carry an umbrella and sit in the upstairs bathroom.
On the other side of the entrance hall was a real looking-glass with a gilt frame. It was not as fascinating as the charmed one, but at least it showed his face—dirty from digging in the garden—and of course the little cloud. He scowled at it, wishing it would leave him alone because he had spent all his life playing on his own. He was often scolded at when lightning struck and broke several of his mother’s vases and plates, or when the cloud decided to rain and leave trails of water everywhere Constable went.
His Great Aunt, who was one of the few talented witches in the county, tried to get rid of the cloud, but it hovered above her head—Constable was glad to be free of it—and rained for an hour. To his disappointment, the cloud came back to its rightful place. The Great Aunt never bothered with Constable after that, and if their paths crossed she would always carry an umbrella and chant under her breath or draw signs on her palm. Even the cousins avoided him, running away when he wanted to join in with their games.
Constable was stuck with the cloud and there was nothing that he could do about it.
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