[Only ten years old… But he should expect these kind of proficiencies inherent in someone who’s made by magic. Crafted by a powerful witch, at that.

Well, he can ask more about that later. Right now? Right now, Emil’s holding out a mirror, and Henry is catching a glance of his face with a new haircut to frame it.

And— it’s surprising, to say the least. He’s not quite sure what to think of it, having been so used to the old style, but it seems to suit him?]

I look like someone completely different. [Maybe not that extreme, but that’s what it feels like. Emil seems proud, though, so—] I like it, it’ll just take some getting used to not surprising myself when I look in the mirror.