Cora grimaces, holding up the mirror half-heartedly, feeling childish. Harvey rolls his eyes, then sticks his arms out in front of him. His tongue lolls out of his mouth and he lets out a grunt that Cora assumes is supposed to sound like a zombie. Cora waves the mirror at him again, but he breaks character and swats it away. “That won’t work—my reflection isn’t ugly,” he says. Cora smirks and jabs him in the stomach with the end of the broom.
