Originally Posted by Brielle Lambert

A key?

Where was the lock?

Brielle had no time to look, as the insides of the cave began to shake and rocks to crumble and fall all around her. The girl cried out in pain, as a falling rock hit her right on the side of the head, momentarily knocking her out.

On the ground in a pool of thick blood, Brielle came too. Her vision was blurry and her head was throbbing, there was blood everywhere. As she began to pull herself up to a seated position, the whole cave began to swim in front of her eyes, forcing her to lie back down, her eyes dazzled by a reflection of light in the branches of the stalk. Her breath came in weak broken breathes, her body felt numb, but her determination was not going to let her give up.

Forcing herself up, Brielle decided she need to stop the bleeding, her jacket was gone, now the prized possession of the army of bowtruckles. All she had was her singlet top, which was torn and shredded. However it was easy to rip, and rip it she did. Tearing off a stretch of material, Brielle wound the top around her head, trying to stop the flow of hot sticky blood. The blood helped to hold it in place, acting as a glue.

With that sorted they were the shiny object to attend too.

High up in the branches of the stalk, Brielle could see a reflective something, she could not figure out what it was, but she needed it, that much was clear.

With her wand pointed directly at the object, she cried, “Carpe Retractum!”