Anon prompted: Rumbelle: “You have to come back to us!”
A/N: Set post-“And Straight on Till Morning”
Belle finds the mirror in the back of the pawn shop, tucked away behind a creepy pair of wooden dolls and an ancient spinning wheel.
It’s old, the ornate silver handle so tarnished it’s almost black, and the glass itself is stained with dozens of small black specks.
She’s not even sure why she notices it, let alone why she picks it up, glancing curiously at the marred surface. There’s just something about the glass, a strange violet shimmer, barely visible through the stains.
It’s magic, Belle realizes, the tell-tale purple glow faint but definitely there. She holds it in both hands, squinting down into the glass, trying to determine what the enchantment might be.