Episode 47: Magic Mirror Selfie Filter

The bell above the door gave its usual jingle, but this time, it was accompanied by a dramatic gust of wind — probably unnecessary, but definitely stylish.

Striding in was a man with hair so perfectly styled it could deflect arrows. His robes were unnecessarily glittery, and his eyebrows had been meticulously shaped to convey "mystical wisdom" — though they mostly screamed "fashion blogger who found a staff."

Felix leaned on the counter. "Lemme guess… you want to be more powerful, more handsome, or both?"

The man smirked. "Wrong. I'm already both. I just need the world to see it." He flipped his hair for emphasis. "I want a mirror that shows my best angles. Oh — and add a filter. Something… wizardly. Like a magical glow, but not too desperate. Mysterious, but approachable. Gandalf chic."

Felix nodded slowly. "So… an enchanted thirst trap?"

The man pointed dramatically. "Exactly."

Zira muttered under her breath, "I hate that I get it."

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One Mirror, Three Sparkle Explosions, and an Argument Over Beard Length Later…

Felix wiped soot off his face and held up a tall, ornate mirror. It shimmered with an unnatural glow — not too much glow, just enough to scream 'I might have a prophecy about you, but I'm too busy looking majestic to mention it.'

"Here's your Magic Mirror Selfie Filter. It adjusts automatically to your best angles, adds a soft mystical glow, and — bonus — gives you a flowing wizard beard when you strike a serious pose."

The man's eyes lit up. "A beard? But I'm clean-shaven."

Felix smirked. "Not in the mirror, you're not. The beard appears when you look wise. You know — hand on chin, staring into the distance like you just remembered a lost prophecy."

The man stepped in front of the mirror and immediately struck a thoughtful pose. A majestic silver beard unfurled from his chin like it had been waiting its whole life for this moment. His eyes shimmered with an ethereal glow, and the mirror added a gentle, swirling mist behind him.

He gasped. "I look… incredible. Like Merlin and Fabio had a really powerful baby."

Zira snorted. "Don't forget the cheekbone contouring. Mirror's got range."

The man spun to Felix. "How much?"

Felix grinned. "First one's free if you promise to tell people where you got it."

The man held up two fingers in a solemn vow. "By the light of my majestic cheekbones, I swear."

As he swished out of the shop, Felix turned to Zira. "Think he'll notice the mirror whispers 'Your hat's crooked' every 10 minutes?"

Zira grinned. "He'll call it character development."