Why the heck were you moving my furniture? And you've been snooping through my kitchen cabinets, too? [This is bad. If he had spent that much time in her kitchen, he couldn't have failed to notice that red leather bound book...]

A phylac-what? She was wearing a cursed corsage and now her soul's trapped in a mirror. I've got to put her back! [Why did that goldurned contraption have to keep interrupting at the worst times?]