He says something vulgar in his native language, a suggestion for their new name, perhaps, and then rises to yank open the door at the far end of the room. More clutter, another door to one side, and two mirrors on opposite walls, facing each other. In the dim light, they look like solid black pools.

(Outside, the ants click. It sounds like there's more of them.)

"Y'know what. No." Walking along one side of the room, Remy moves quickly and reaches out, yanking down one mirror and sending it to the floor glass-first, then moves to do the same to the other. He has no aptitude for magic, but he knows a bad idea when he sees one.