Turning back to the tendril, he was surprised when it suddenly landed in his arms…and hitting his stomach. Wow, this thing weighed a ton! Or it was just because he could probably not be able to lift a cat at the moment. His right arm was practically destroyed.

Laying down on the slick ground, he kneeled in front of it so it wouldn’t slide off the cliff. “Lumos” he muttered again, letting the light shine on the object. A…mirror was it? A very large round mirror at that. Or was it a plate?

A mirror plate. Oh Merlin, look at his face! The scratches and cuts were everywhere, not to mention the large bruise on the side of his face. He looked awful! His jaw was a bit swollen too and extremely red from where it slammed into the tree’s branch. Running a hand through his hair, he breathed in a large breath, just happy that he had his shiny object and he could at least still move.

Whatever it was, he was keeping it; perhaps as a gift for his little sister Odette. A souvenir almost. Smirking, he tore the mirror out of the tendril and stood up, letting the cut plant slide down the hill. Holding the mirror by his side, he trudged over to where the door was that he saw only moments before. It was indeed a door!

But it was locked.

….Bahahaha! "Alohomora." He said, pointing his wand to the lock. If there were anymore bowtruckles behind this door, he was giving up.