[Brainy is in the library of Rivendell, sitting at a desk, surrounded by heaps of books. He looks up at his magic mirror, trying to see what's beyond with interest. The image in it is... not unexpected. Something idyllic from Robbie's world isn't strange to see when he clearly hasn't had the easiest life, judging from his reaction to the dementors.]
The mirror is capable of minor telepathic intrusion, via some unknown possibly-magical mechanism. It shows you your conscious and/or unconscious desires.
[He knows this partly because of what he'd seen when he'd explored that room. It was a beautiful picture, one he'd first pegged as a memory, of the Legion doing a flyby of the crowd during Legion Day. But there'd been a few inconsistencies: uniforms that were the most recent iteration each team member had worn before they'd lost their world, yet worn at a time other lost team-mates had still been alive and on the team. The lineup had been wrong, too, with every single member that had ever been on the team all there at the same time, even though some had died before the tenure of others.]
[So it was an impossible dream: their universe intact, the entire team alive and whole, all at the same time, the dead Legionnaires resurrected perhaps.]
[He doesn't say that, though. Instead he explains with something else he noticed.]
The inscription on the mirror is an infant's word puzzle, in English. It reads "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi." In reverse that's "I show not your face but your heart's desire" with the spaces re-sequenced to occur in the middle of several of the words instead of between them.
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The mirror is capable of minor telepathic intrusion, via some unknown possibly-magical mechanism. It shows you your conscious and/or unconscious desires.
[He knows this partly because of what he'd seen when he'd explored that room. It was a beautiful picture, one he'd first pegged as a memory, of the Legion doing a flyby of the crowd during Legion Day. But there'd been a few inconsistencies: uniforms that were the most recent iteration each team member had worn before they'd lost their world, yet worn at a time other lost team-mates had still been alive and on the team. The lineup had been wrong, too, with every single member that had ever been on the team all there at the same time, even though some had died before the tenure of others.]
[So it was an impossible dream: their universe intact, the entire team alive and whole, all at the same time, the dead Legionnaires resurrected perhaps.]
[He doesn't say that, though. Instead he explains with something else he noticed.]
The inscription on the mirror is an infant's word puzzle, in English. It reads "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi." In reverse that's "I show not your face but your heart's desire" with the spaces re-sequenced to occur in the middle of several of the words instead of between them.