Don't Go Looking, It Will Find You

Mouse turned the delicate comb in her fingers once again, carefully tracing every detail on its spine. She could feel magic tingling in her fingertips, but nothing distinguishing.
She put it next to the brooch under the glass and frowned as there was no change in either of them. She added the locket. Still no change.
Shaking her head, she put the latter two aside on a shelf.
After another once over, the comb ended up tucked into a space above them.
Woah
Suddenly, magical connection lit up like a billboard.
Wait, I know this pattern. Only too well.
"Kurwa!"