Written for Hogwarts' Around the World Event: Indonesia - Word: Imbue and the Love in Motion Event: LockhartMirror.

Word count: 364

The Man In The Mirror

People said you always remembered your first, that you could never forget them.

For Gilderoy, that was very true. He remembered the day he had gotten his first mirror perfectly. It had been a small thing, really. A cheap pocket mirror his mother had bought him after she had gotten tired of having to Accio her own all the time, since Gilderoy kept borrowing it and 'forgetting' to return it.

The mirror had been round, and very small. A Muggle thing, too, that didn't even talk—not like his mother's mirror, who always paid her compliments and helped her pick the best jewelry to pair with her outfits.

But still, it was a mirror; and even if Gilderoy could barely manage to see his entire face without going all cross-eyed, it was his.

Of course, today he's long since gotten rid of the crappy first mirror—sold it, in fact, to a fan who'd paid quite a fortune for Gilderoy's Lockhart's first mirror. It had been, after all, imbued with the presence Gilderoy's early beginnings, and that was priceless.

That mirror hadn't been forgotten, though. Of course not. It had been replaced, though, by one so much better.

It was an ornate thing in gold and silver, the strands of precious metals twined like a crown around a round reflecting surface that was the perfect size for Gilderoy to see his entire face, and his hair.

He could spend hours gazing into that mirror, listening to the charmed voice as it told him all about the way he looked, how perfect his smile was, how straight his teeth were. It complimented the way his eyes sparkled and the way his skin shone, and with every single bit of praise, Gilderoy fell more and more in love with the man in the mirror.

It was so easy to lose himself into his reflection's perfect eyes, his eyes a deep blue that made Gilderoy think of the sky.

He was the only person in the world good enough for him—the only person whose standards of beauty matched with Gilderoy's own.

And as luck would have it, they were never far from each other.