Thankfully, the others here were on hand with kinds of confusion spells, halting the ancient security feature from crushing the lot of them. Sissel had a chance to study their faces more closely. An older, short bearded guy and a girl that still looked Hogwarts age. A cursebreaking internship? That was the best reasoning he could give for why the pair would be in this location in this time of the summer.

As for the instigator...Sissel recognized that his current cloaked perp was dressed in the tattered remains of demiguise hair. This whole escapade had really damaged his invisibility cloak. The covered hood was in the same style as the Cowled Figure, could it be the same person.

"Stupefy!" Sissel got his wand free and cast at Cowled Figure Mk II but it missed. The ground rumbled from prowling back and forth of the stone dragon. The perp was dodging over stones and steps, all obstacles struck with Sissel's attempts at body binds and restraints. The CF Mk II bypassed the dragon, at this point oblivious to his presence from one of the other spells.

"Come on! Let's go kid!"

The guy with the hat dodged into a tunnel, small enough that the stone dragon should not be able to follow. "He didn't mean you!" Sissel showed to the cloaked figure, also fleeing to the safety of the enclosed shelter. The demiguise cloak was nothing but opaque threads at this point and in an outstretched hand was not a wand but an ancient looking device.

Sissel's next spell, a trip jinx, finally hit home. CF Mk II was down but not before the object he was holding flew out of his hand in a wide arc.

"Shhhhhhhh..." Sissel didn't finish that particular curse.

Fortunately for... well, for everyone concerned, Torquil Foley was as quick as she'd expected him to be in dealing with the stone dragon. It wasn't a perfect solution, dazing the creature, but what could one expect? Merlin knew how ancient its magic was.

"Come on! Let's go kid!" Her mentor urged- he didn't have to tell her more than once. The Gryffindor broke into a run, following the wizard quickly but carefully around the stupefied dragon towards the cobbled tunnel-- and almost hesitating when she heard a voice behind her call out: "He didn't mean you!"

What in the good name of Godric was going on here? The moment she was even remotely underneath the sheltered enclosure, Raine twisted around - her back to Foley - and made a surprised sound as the man in the demiguise cloak came tripping in her direction. Defensively, she stepped back and her arms shot forwards on instinct to catch a small object barreling through the air. 

A comb? She stared at the long jade comb in her hands, glistening a deep and evidently enchanted shade of green. And then her confused gaze shot right up at the man behind the fallen cloaked fellow.

"All this for a comb?!" the redhead exclaimed before she had time to think.

The lift started to churn twisting and lifting and the pair away from the danger of the dragon as Torquil heard his ginger companion exclaim about a comb she had caught. As the lift started to accelerate towards a tower, Torquil studied the designs on the thing, pulled out his camera, took a picture, and then he suddenly bellowed, "Hah! There's a laugh!" The wizard then pushed his fedora down over his forehead and went to work again as some erratic gusts of tried to flick his hat off.

Though he didn't say it, Torquil  recognized that the markings on the comb had the same designs and rune-like groupings as the architecture passing them by, and he realized that the man in the cloak probably knew more about this place than Torquil or his friend knew. It caused the red-head to continue work on the panel as they rose in and around  the stacked, tunnels, and bridges and streets that created the maze-like architecture, until they finally parked at the tall tower and into a large and elegant carving of a large jade dragons' mouth.  Really, you'd think there were there to become someone's dinner!

The lift stopped at the edge of the dragon's jaw as some drawings and designs rose into an elaborate carving at the roof of the creature's mouth. Torquil moved away from the panel and looked down at the two figures below, only a few blocks away from them but many stories below the red-heads--just a broom mount away. After a quick shrug the man held his hand on his hat and then jumped into the mouth of the dragon and began poking and prodding his tool around the base of the statue's tongue.

"Women!" Torquil said as he turned to Raine, jerking his thumb up towards the ceiling where there was a carving that encircled a little niche that was indented with a line of holes that suspiciously matched the teeth on the comb Raine held, "They could hide a dragon in plain sight, 'ey?" the stone creature roared from down below as Torquil finished his work--a low growl vibrated the entire mouth and the tongue suspiciously began to rise towards the roof of the mouth.

Torquil quickly held his footing and held onto one of the teeth of the mouth, as this statue slowly began to come to life, "Better be quick!" he said to the younger witch with a bit too much excitement.