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L Μ W ([info]hark) wrote in [info]valesco,
"Watch it!" Larkin yelled, bracing herself as the ceiling around her began to fall. Now that there were cracks in the stone, indents in the walls, and jutting-out corners to grab ahold of instead of the smooth surface they had been dealing with for the last twenty-four hours, Larkin had easily been able to flip up to the ceiling, but the difficulty was getting to the place where the ceiling became the floor. The stones seemed to be constantly moving, whether it be from widening to let in an oversized and accessorized cobra, or the team's attempts at taking out said cobra, and it wasn't until much later than anticipated that she finally somersaulted through.

And it wasn't another chamber. Though dimly lit, what appeared before her seemed to be a long, wide passageway. Which she was brilliant, because that meant going somewhere that wasn't here.

"A tunnel!" she yelled down, but with the racket and shaking that was happening, Larkin doubted her voice was heard. She pointed her wand through the gap, thinking she had a rather good shot at the top of the snake's head, until she noticed that floor had begun to rebuild itself. Slowly, more stones were reappearing, and closing off the opening she had just gone through.

Well that wouldn't do.

Throwing open her bag, Larkin quickly began to draw enlarged stones (of her own, stored in her undetectable extension charmed satchel, which also somewhere within housed a certain niffler whom enjoyed hiding during dangerous situations), to fill in the spaces the tomb sought to. These stones weren't part of the tomb, and therefore completely unresistant to magic; an old trick she had discovered long ago in her travels, which had yet to fail her.

By the time it completely closed off, Larkin had managed to jam in about five pieces into the floor, more than enough to work with. Definitely big enough to fit two wizards and a witch through. She stood back, thinking the best method here would be to blow something up and hope for some seriously charitable aim.

"Reducto!"


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