conjuring oneself out of zilch

“It’s not hard,” Keenan said, without looking up from what he was doing. “I mean, I use a hand motion, but I’m a contact wizard. You’d do the ritual that you have in that book there.”

Ezra nodded. He stepped in front of the mirror and lifted the candle in front of him. “Turn off the lights, please,” he said, his voice faint.

Keenan looked up then. Nodding, he flipped the switch. He watched as Ezra turned in three circles. Then stopped, facing away from the mirror. The image behind him, rather than showing his back, showed him from the front. As Ezra took a very deliberate step forward, the reflected Ezra stepped out of the mirror.

“There you are,” Keenan said, smiling. “Both of you.” The Ezras giggled.