Enchants her flute

I reached around for my backpack and unzipped it, pulling out the black case I’d put inside it. Then, I let the bag drop and opened the case, and there, sitting pristinely in three different parts, wedged perfectly into the slots that had been molded for it, was my mother’s flute.

It had taken a lot of work to get it back, a couple of acts that I was fairly sure were illegal in some way or form, but I hadn’t cared, since it’d been stolen out of my locker to begin with. Once I’d stolen it back from the hidey hole where Sophia had stashed it, I’d had to sit down for several hours over the course of about a week to return it to its original, untarnished condition, but I had, in the end, gotten it back to the way it’d been when it was stolen.

It might have been an incredibly mundane usage for powers that could bend the fabric of reality to my will, but out of all the things I’d done with them so far, this was the one where I’d been most thankful for Medea’s magic.

And of course, once it was back in shape, I’d gone further and enchanted it to be unbreakable and stainless and eternally clean… Half a dozen different properties had been added to it, just to make sure that Emma and Sophia could never ruin it again. In fact, it would probably remain, perfect and pristine, long after Brockton Bay had decayed into dust.

An eternal memento to remember my dead mother. That suited me just fine.