I dream of a mirror, reflecting my true self that a camera could never capture in a thousand clicks. A thousands clicks, that went unaccounted on my map of time and I became lost. I became so lost in the colours of my umbrella, trying to protect my camouflage, that I couldn't find the keys to my soul. My soul kept wishing for Hermione's bag to become my saviour.
But all I had to do was to look at my reflection and whisper "unlock", to see the mirror break into wild hues of musical shatter.