"Do you recall me being particularly adept at feats of strength, Rebecca?" He furrowed his brows, bringing his hand up against the door as if he was trying to feel out a weak spot.
"I can't just -- kick the door down, you know. It's too small in there, it'll just knock over your bucket full of vomit and spill it all over you. You just need to -- calm down and let me try my hand at the lock, all right?" He pulled his wand out of his robes.
"Alohamora!" Merlin, he hoped this was going to work...
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