Albus sighed, disappointment filled him. It had been a nice idea, such a shame. With a final crack the mirror finally shattered, the spirit crawled out from the shattered pile of glass. It moved slowly, as if waking from a heavy sleep. With each second that past it seemed to wake before snapping upwards. It's crimson eyes focusing on the headmaster, a hiss of laughter seemed to come from the beast before it launched itself forward, slamming past the old man, ignoring the boys and shooting upward to freedom.