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Originally Posted by
Noel Laurent 
Once the spell hit the tendril, Noel took a slight step up the hill before pointing his wand towards the falling object. Noo! The shiny was falling awaaay!
That was totally HIS shiny!
"Accio tendril!" he called out before wincing. He really did need to use the least amount of spells as he could at the moment. The pain in his jaw was beginning to make him feel sick.
Besides, he shouldn’t be all too far away from getting out of here. He had his wand. Why shouldn’t he just blast a whole through one of these roofs and climb out?! Oh, right. The fear of a cave in entered his mind and he destroyed the thought immediately. Don’t need any cave-ins. But then again, that light that was shining in the cave, it had to come from the outside.
Taking a quick peek at the light, his eyes crossed over something he did not see before. Was that…a door?
The tendril, a meter long and thick, comes flying toward you, the object still attached to it as it is about to hit your body.
You can see the object now... a silver mirror, about the size of a dinner plate. The ornate silver frame is engraved at the top: the roman numeral III.
The light still streams in from the ceiling, illuminating the door...
and its padlock.
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Originally Posted by
Brielle Lambert To things happened at once, One her wand became easily accessible and two, a bowtruckle or two began lodged in her hair.
“Oh no you don’t!” She cried as reached out, rolled her hand around her wand whilst whipping her head in a circle to dis-lodge the squatters. Pointing her wand into the regrouping mass of Bowtruckles, “Immobulus!” she cried in her thick French accent. “Immobulus!” She chanted again, and again!
The feeling of her wand in her hand was like being charged with electricity, Brielle had been injected with new life and the girl wanted nothing more to do with the Bowtruckles
The bowtruckles freeze, but will only remain so for a moment. Time to act quickly.
Wand now in hand, you might want to see to some light. Once you do, a quick look around will tell you that you are in the middle of the lake, with the far shore in front of you. That is your destination. That is where you must go.
The lilypads below seem to bob in and out of the water as it churns and the trees spread further apart. Skittering among the leaves suggests that the bowtruckles in neighboring treesare anxious to be appeased, as well.