You could only look at so many temples, pyramids, and off-limits ruins for a whole trip in Egypt before suffering from a sever case of do-not-touch-or-do-anything syndrome. During the Hogwarts students spent at the Temple of Karnak, Naomi Foley was suffering from such a problem.

Walking around in the Amun-Re precinct all day was driving her mad--how were you suppose to enjoy these ancient things if you were only allowed to stare at a single part of it all day? At least that was Naomi's take on the matter. And so she decided it might be more enjoyable if she could go where she shouldn't, preferably through a "backdoor", like a wizarding entrance--there were usually those lying around in old ruins, right?

Between the Reid sisters, being taught by one and observing from the other, and what she learned from her father, the witch deduced that she mainly just needed to play a game of "Match the Hieroglyphs" to find ones matching those around the entrance to the off-limits areas, while also utilizing somewhat fancy translating skills. She decided to try and compare hieroglyphs around the Mut Precinct to ones found in Thutmose's Festival Hall--towering with pillars and carved elaborate hieroglyphs that continued as colorful paintings and thick outlines on the stone ceiling. Since there was a guide that said something about Mut's festival having something to do with getting the warrior goddess drunk, Naomi figured it was a good place to look.

It didn't take her long before she found the carvings she wanted, but, of course, why would Naomi try to mess with some old wizarding doorway without good company? Veronica was the obvious choice.

In the shade of the corner Naomi found, she sat down and ran her fingers over the sides of the stone, with crevices that made a strange maze-like pattern in the stone, breaking the normal pattern of how normal stones were stacked, "Seems to be like it got locked or stuck a while ago--so 'jus need to loosen it up I suppose."

Naomi pressed a thumb to the center of her palm; her fingers jerked back in response and her nails jutted out to sharp and dense claws, "Whaddyou t'ink? Hieroglyphs, or a bit of everyt'ing?" Naomi picked up a sharp rock from the ground before she started to make marks on her nails; her and Veronica had gotten into enough trouble together that offering each other input on how to sneak into or break into room wasn't extraordinary, but old Egyptian passageways might have been pushing it, "Really though, you should've taken Runes wit me, Ronni."

With runed claws bared, Naomi started to scratch away in the crevices of the stone, creating small sparks of light between the rock while the some carvings gained their original form and seemed to blush with color, "'Least it's nice sitting in 'di shade." Then the ground dropped a foot, accompanied by the sound of slabs of stone sliding against each other. Naomi's green gaze looked at the ground, and then around to see if anyone was around to see that, but her eyes only found Veronica's gaze as she curiously uncurled a long nail onto her lips.

When nothing happened, Naomi hugged her shoulders to her ears. Then there was another slip of stone. They dropped another foot. Then they fell. The two girls were quickly engulfed by sand, swallowed by darkness, and then dropped into a splash of water.

On her knees, and in the pitch black dark, Naomi felt the timid lapping of small waves hugging her waist. She tried to lift her butt off her feet, or move her knees out from under her, but her lower half wouldn't budge. Even after trying to pry herself off the floor with her hands, and contortion her body to ridiculous extremes, Naomi couldn't budge her lower half from the floor. It was like being cursed to do her chores by her parents.

Since she was incapable of moving, Naomi decided to talk to Veronica (if she was around,) letting her sarcastic lilt ring through the...wherever they were, "So I was t'inkin'... maybe took a wrong turn?"

Veronica had not dressed practically enough for this day.

Whatever Naomi had concocted at the onset of their day, Veronica's mind was not on it. Instead, her mind was on the fact that she missed her brother terribly and that she kind of wanted to crawl into a tomb and nap for a thousand years. Regardless, she carried on with her normal morning routine, primping and spraying and powdering, and it took her nearly an hour and a half to be satisfied with the result. 

She found herself, then, poking about in places they ought not have been- which, admittedly was one of her favorite activities- wearing a pair of very short denim shorts and her brother's big floppy hoodie. And her flat little canvas sneakers left a lot to be desired in terms of their arch support, especially since the pair had made it their objective to stray as far from the flock as possible.

"Oh, c'mon, Nay, you can't possibly find that torturous dirge of a class entertaining, do you?" She said it- and meant it- affectionately, but at the same time she really did find the idea of studying a bunch of symbols to be unrelentingly dull. "And besides, that's what I have you for."

Because of this- her lack of knowledge on the subject- she found herself watching Naomi intently while being able to offer very little help. She seemed like she knew what she was d--

What the hell was that?!

The initial lurch of the ground, a sick feeling, left her with an icy tingling in her toes. Every instinct told her to run, but instead she clamped her eyes shut and eventually squealed in terror as the ground gave way.

Veronica had read about quicksand before, and had attempted to stretch herself out horizontally, as one should do if one is sinking in quicksand. Unfortunately, this was not quicksand in the least. It spat her out the other side and dumped her belly-down into some seriously chilly liquid- she hoped beyond hope it was water.

Coughing, sputtering, and struggling to lift herself from the ground, Veronica tried squinting in every direction and was only met with blackness and silence.

Thankfully, the terrifying quiet didn't last as her friend piped up. "No, not a wrong way at all. I was just hoping I could land facedown in a dank stagnant cave pond."

"Into water aerobics now?" somehow, being stuck in a pitch black cave with nowhere to made Naomi feel like she had free reign to be as much of a smartass as she wanted. No one was around to tell her or Veronica to knock it off either (or they'd of said something by now...)

At least until the silhouette of a tall figure shone in front of her, followed by a spray of green speckled glows, materializing around her and her friend, casting a dim blue hue onto the water around them , the shallow edges of the bath they sat on, surrounded by a circle of tall looming statues of Egyptian deities, with every inch of their stone bodies coated in hieroglyphs and carvings and each with a large bowl sitting at their feet.

Naomi stretched out in front of her to peer into the bowl of her statue, a lion-headed goddess, before she suspiciously eyed a floating green glow, "Okay..." she then let her shoulder fall back only to snap her arm out at one of the lights, fluttering and buzzing in her hand--she didn't even need to open her hand to recognize it was a firefly.

She opened her hand to what looked like a plump firefly with the glowing stout butt of a scarab beetle, and then raised it to the statue in front of her, trying to make sense of the writing in a more concentrated glow of light, "Umm, so this statue says I'm a child of... Sekhmet or somet'ing. And..." her gaze studied the other deities with fading paint or dapples of crack filled with random foliage, "to make an offering wit' every other child to... get out of here?" With her wet hair falling back around her shoulders, the dark-haired witch stared at the ceiling, a dark and endless swirl of glowing bug-butts disappearing into the dark, behind what looked like some long lost Egyptian foliage, and the towering pillars and labyrinth of staircases and floors surrounding them, "I guess..."

The girl sounded looked about as confident of herself, as the wrinkled garb floating her, her orange head wrap that untwisted from her hair in the fall, she supposed. She snatched it up and wrung it out,  "I still got some firewhiskey an' butterbeer and stuff leftover, from 'di train," she said matter-of-factly, before undoing her bag from her shoulders, "I guess I can pour some into 'dis offering bowl," she gave one last attempt to budge from her spot, before she gave in and pulled out a bottle of alcohol, "Anyway, Sekhmet's got me pinned, how are you wit' Geb, king of snakes and earthquakes over there?"

Veronica scooted back up to a sitting position, eyeing the impressive statue of a man with a snake for a head, and wished that she'd been as interested in runes and hieroglyphs and all of this stuff as Naomi. "...fine," she replied, trying not to let it show in her voice that she had no bleedin' idea in God's green earth what the hell she was looking at. 

The image certainly stirred something in her, but what, she wasn't sure. House pride? Maybe. It would be a fair enough guess. She did certainly notice a lot of serpentine elements cropping up in her day to day life.

"Well, steady on, make an offering with every other child? There's like, a bleedin' 'undred other statues in here. An' it's only the two of us."

She paused, and when she resumed, her voice was lower and more hissy. "Naomi?" she started. "Did you get us stuck forever in a creepy Egyptian cavern??" 

Naomi had finally pulled out the last of her filched Firewhiskey when Veronica starting getting antsy. With her hair finally twisting itself into damp curls she shrugged her shoulders and glanced back at her friend, "Well aren't chyou a brindle[1] fright tonight?" The witch then popped open the bottle and let the alcohol drain into Sekhmet's offering bowl. Immediately, the liquid sparked and its surface was lit afire, throwing a yellow splash of light across Naomi's features and the statue's hieroglyphs.

The last drop of whiskey fell from the bottle and gravity suddenly threw Naomi up from her seat, slushing through the water as she tried to regain keep a hold on her bag, the bottle, and her balance without falling back into the pond. Finally she became accustomed to her normal height and regained her ability to walk on two feet.

"And it's not really spooky. Shadier and homelier 'dan above. Missing a few statue-kids won't kill us, we'll just do 'di best we can," with her clothes soaked and sagging Naomi walked the edge of the pool over to Veronica's' spot, "Creepy's more like... no doors n' windows to be found, but we got places to wander to." Naomi wasn't even going to try and fool old Egyptian magic. Getting it working again was one thing, but screwing with it was another--she'd leave that to her mother.

A loud buzzing then hummed through the cavern, coming from what sounded like Sekhmet's gut. From the mouth of the lioness' head crawled a rather large firefly scarab thing, with its butt obnoxiously aglow. It flew across pull, over to Naomi, faded into her chest, and then reappeared out the other side, before it landed on a beetle engraving in the wall and turned black. Then it burned orange and a series of torches lit up the wall and illuminated a long passageway.

Naomi pursed her lips and furrowed her eyebrows down at her chest. She poked and rubbed her ribs and pulled at her damp shirt, but she didn't feel that different, hopefully it didn't eat part of her soul or anything. But she was sure she'd notice something like that. That was creepy.

Instead of admitting the previous fact Naomi just shrugged and casually replied, "Maybe a little weird, but better hurry and get up so I got some company in case we turn into mummies." A devilish smile peeked from between the young witch's lips; making jokes about possibly being stuck in a cavern probably wasn't very appropriate, but at least one of them wasn't stuck anymore.

1.	Angry or upset

Veronica scowled at the bowl in front of her. Unlike Naomi, Veronica didn't have a bottle of buh-zillion proof spirits to offer to some hypothetical god. In fact, all she had in the kangaroo pocket of her hoodie was a wet, ruined box of crumpled cigarettes and half a Butterfinger.

The right pocket of her shorts yielded nothing much more valuable, as she came up with twelve knuts.

"S'pose beggars can't be choosers, right?" she asked, her voice full of resignation, as she unloaded her worldly possessions into the stone bowl.

As the knuts fell to the surface with a small chorus of 'clinks' she was washed in a warm, bright greenish glow, and the feeling of immobility melted. It had been a long shot, but it seemed it had paid off. At least, it had for the time being.

Getting her sea legs back, so to speak, Veronica flicked the water away from her hands and tried to pick the worst of the muddy bits off her hoodie. "Green Bean is gonna crease me," she sighed. "Do you think we should... just... see what's the deal down that hall there, like?" she pointed to the flickering torchlight. "Think it might be worth our time?"

"If Aileen isn't goin' to boil us alive first," Naomi corrected her friend, before she looked down the passageway again, with water dripping from her form.

She shrugged at Veronica's question, and leaned down to take off her soaked sandals, "Better 'dan taking our chances wit' 'di dark." Naomi hung her sandals off her bag and stood up again, as she twisted her hair between her hands, wringing out the water as she walked, talked, and kicked her shoes along.

"Fi you try and go against a tomb, or use anyt'ing it doesn't want you t'use, it usually throws a fit. Dad says so, at least, oh--" Naomi stopped kicking her shoes and wrung out a final splash of water from her hair as she turned to face the wall. She dropped her hair and pointed at the elaborate stacks of hieroglyphs,  "And so does 'dis wall."

Naomi smiled and dragged her fingertips across the wall, casting a glance back at Veronica as she continued to walk, "So I call 'di first weapon-ish t'ing we come across!" But after Naomi's bare feet took a few steps across the floor, a growl grumbled through the cavern. Naomi first pursed her lips, with a cautious contemplation crossing her features. Then let her voice hesitantly rose in the silence, "S'long as we aren't eaten first."

Of course the Jamaican turned around and kept following the hallway. Truth and Realism was something the witch always accepted, and even if neither were in her favor, the witch wouldn't fear admitting it aloud. In the silence that followed her statement Naomi started to pay more attention to the Hieroglyphs, quietly following the wall in the warm orange glow of the hallway, with a few dabs of green light, glowing from a few crawling scarabs.

"Kay," She finally said as if she were responding to a critical question in Storm's class, "so 'dere's somethin' about a trial, a test and a..." Naomi's palm then leaned into the wall and fell into a stone panel. She quickly backed off from stone as the wall slid into the floor to reveal a large room, covered in what looked like keyholes, with several key rings laying on the floor before them. Naomi finally finished her sentence, "A big chamber."

"'Dem keys look a little funky," Naomi's voice suspiciously lilted, "T'ink we can get near 'em without setting somet'in off?" the Jamaican witch had a overwhelming feeling the answer was "no," and that if Veronica wasn't going to answer the question, then the large chamber was going to give her an answer soon enough.

Veronica was miserable squishing around the cavern in her wet, soggy sneakers, but didn't dare take them off for fear that they'd run into a snake or some rusty, jagged metal or something of that nature. She had tied Huck's sweatshirt around her waist to let it dry, and was glad that there was no one with a Y chromosome nearby to see her with her hair all matted and her clothes all wet and filthy. "Fucking Egypt," she growled under her breath. Maybe next year they'd take a trip to a nice tropical island, or maybe to the McDonald's down the street from her house. Nearly anything seemed preferable.

She eyed her best friend suspiciously. "You think we're going to need weapons?" Her bright eyes quickly darted around the cavern, trying to locate something that would pose a threat to them. "...What for?"

A part of her found it mildly amusing that she had started off the day so vehemently opposed to taking a Runes class, but she now saw the merit. What she would have given to be able to read the walls of the cavern! Naomi couldn't have been telling her everything she was reading, and why would she? If it made sense to her, why bother spelling everything out to Veronica? She swallowed her desire to ask Naomi to explain the idea of the weaponry further, choosing instead to fold her arms tightly over her chest- after the shock of their crash landing had worn off, Veronica had realized that she was really quite chilly- and pick up her pace slightly to keep up with her friend.

When they came to the keyhole chamber, the sight of the keyrings on the floor was totally unwelcome. "Well, God, why don't they just leave a piece of cheese in a mousetrap down there for us?" she snapped, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "I hate this stupid cave. I'm gonna die here."

She tightly hugged  her arms against herself and thought, tapping her foot for a few more moments. "Whatever!" she said finally, moving forward. "We can't do owt without growin' a set, anyway! If this cave wants to blow my brains out or set me on fire, so be it! I ain't starvin' to death in some stupid hole in the ground."

Naomi only shrugged in response to Veronica's asking why they'd need weapons--why wouldn't they? The idea that fighting was not a catch-all solution to everything hadn't completely sunken into to the dark-skinned witch's psyche just yet.

Naomi doubtfully pressed her lips together as Ronni began to fire off a series of complaints about the cave, about the situation, and about starving. Once the girl stomped off into the middle of the cave Naomi's lilting tone crept into the silence, "But  it's only been like, twenty minutes."

Still dripping with water, the curly haired girl strode into the room with light and soundless footsteps, stepping into slow and calculating twirls that let her get a better look at the room as she kept walking. It looked more like it was made like a muggle jungle gym--or the treehouses back in Jamaica. With sandals dangling from her backpack, Naomi's hazel gaze fell onto the keys, whose ends were ornately decorated, "'Dey got animal heads," she gestured at the keys. That would be her obvious comment for the day.

With nothing having happened yet, Naomi decided to continue to exert her curiosity on the surroundings by dragging her  slim,and damp foot against the ground. From the floor she swiped away a blanket of sand, forming a rim of mud on the edge of her foot and revealed a series of complicated and strange hieroglyphs on the floor, "I couldn't tell you what's up wit' 'dis floor though. I never seen most of 'dese. Not even familiar." There were also suspicious and uniform crevices in the floor that she didn't let her mind dwell on too much.

Suddenly, the entrance they had walked through slammed shut and faint odor wafted into the room, something Naomi had to sniff to get a better whiff of it--old, musty, very faint--something like a wet lizard. She wasn't sure what kind though, it was not easy to pick up the smell in the thick and ancient musk of the room. The ground didn't feel steady either, more like it was about to shift beneath their feet and open up the room to something else entirely. Hopefully it wasn't another over-sized bath-tub--but she doubted they were so lucky.

Naomi slowly crept away from the center of the room as she looked at Veronica again, "I don't t'ink starvin' is an issue," her eyes suspiciously surveyed the room, "Somethin' smells cagey."

Ronnie reflected on the irony of the fact that at home she almost always carried around a bag with several snacks and drinks for Penny and Frankie. That, and a comb, a first aid kid, and a fresh set of clothes just in case. Most days in the summer she was home with the younger girls and was therefore responsible for carting them around to the store and the park and Penny's violin lessons and Frankie's soccer practices while their parents worked. Being responsible only for herself, it seemed, was just a bridge too far, so to speak.

What a hideous cave. There were bugs. More disgusting than the bugs, or even the dank smell, was the residue on the walls and ground. It wasn't quite slimy, but wasn't really dry either. Between the gunk on the walls and the unexpected bath earlier, she felt an obsessive-compulsive need to wash her hands at the very least.

"'Dey got animal heads."

Naomi's declaration, however unnecessary in terms of its content, was a welcome distraction from the itchy feeling she was suddenly noticing all over.

She glanced to the ground. "So they do," she agreed after a quick scan of the keys. "Outstanding work. Gold star."  She looked at them more closely. "I'm guessing this has something to do with that statue... baby... animal nonsense from before. Y'think?"

When the doors slammed, her hands shot up to her chest where she pressed them firmly over her heart, which was socking itself against the inside of her ribcage like a trapped rabbit. "Christ!" she hissed, looking around. "What was that?!"

The smell really had gotten worse, now that Naomi had mentioned it, and Veronica stood up straighter. The sounds of something rumbling from ahead in the cavern made her curl her toes. "You said something about weapons?" she asked nervously.

At the question of weapons the soaking wet Naomi looked at Veronica, pressed her lips together, and then let her eyes search the room for an answer. She couldn't find one.

She hugged her shoulders to her cheek as she turned towards the wall behind her and fitted her hand into wedges and crevices decorating the wall, "Let's just open a door." She wasn't particularly fond of just messing with things, but when in doubt it was really the only answer, other than pulling out a wand to see what exploded at the simplest use of Lumos.

Naomi then began lifting and shifting her toes and fingers into the wall, hoisting herself up higher and higher until she came to a few keyholes. They each hard marks next to them, also animals. The nimble Slytherin decided to pick the snakehead keyhole one, figuring it was best to stick with symbols they'd offer tributes to already--hopefully.

She swung down to the keyhole and then twisted to look back at her companion, "Keys?" the jangly ornate ring of keys was then tossed up to Naomi and she caught them, found the snakehead one, and stuck it into the locks.

Click-click-clik-THUDADUMP--criiiiiick

Suddenly the walls of the room began to shift, and parts of the walls jutted out of the wall and formed into pathways and statues of snakes, and Naomi had to lift her feet onto the wall as the scaley stone back of one of the statues jutted out beneath her, like an instant-slide. The room became coiled with snake-statues until their heads were finally formed, turning to face and the room with jaws hanging open and stone-fangs bared.

Naomi finally set her feet against the backs of one of the statues, steadying herself before regarding her friend again, "You okay?" she tossed the keys to Veronica, "Find some othuh lock--maybe wit' a lion's head." The girl sniffed the room again, aware that the smell was still musky and that there was still something animal-like wondering the underground caverns. Maybe they could just play their guessing game until they found a way out and avoid the dangers of the dungeon entirely.

After tossing Naomi the keys, Veronica had opted to take a few cautious steps back.  She looked over her shoulder to keep a close eye on the cracks and crevasses of the floor as they shifted under her sneakers; she didn't trust any of them anymore. And the second the room started shifting around again, she knew why.  Really, she was not fond of the cave. Really. It had worn out its welcome so quickly. "Jesus Christmas!" she hissed, flinching as the walls churned.

Squinting at her friend, the sound of bile rose in her voice. "Try another key? Are you high or something, Ny?For all we know, the next one's gonna send the ceiling crashing down!"

A few silent seconds went by, and finally her resolve cracked. Naomi did know more about runes and- apparently- animal shaped riddles than she did. "Lion key?" she repeated, fiddling with the keyring. "This is absurd, you know. I look like a janitor."

Her stubby fingers finally separated an attractive-looking key with a fierce lion head from the rest of them.  She squinted again, "Are you SURE I should be shoving this thing into another keyhole? What happens if this unleashes like a hundred tiny lions or... something?"

Naomi crossed her ankles and wove her arms together as she leaned her back against the wall as she began to dully list Veronica's coplaints, "A horde of tiny lions, 'di ceiling falling down," she shook her head and as her gaze met her friends, "you can make up terrors all day Ronni but by the end of it we'll still be stuck here, or worse." Frustration sighed from the tint of her familiar lilt as she rolled her eyes and turned her palm towards the ceiling as she stretched her fingers out towards the room.

'Cus we arenn't the only t'ings in here Ronni--'dis place reeks of somet'ing mean and scaley," her eyelids lazily shaded her green gaze as she indifferently admitted that there might be some other creature in their with them already. Being in imminent danger didn't bother her as much as being in imminent danger while doing nothing.

"'Sides if you do it I promise too..." she rolled her lips together as she tried to think of something that would amuse Ronni--besides Connor, "Kiss 'dat cowboy again, or whatever..." she hugged a shoulder to her ear as she quietly added, "if we see him again.." which seemed fantastically unlikely to happen again, but maybe she could pull him out of that straw hat she accidentally forgot to give back to the Egyptian. Of course the witch also found meeting her death in a tomb in Egypt as an unlikely event; she always thought that honor was reserved for her parents.

Veronica's face, in an instant, melted from anguish to a cheeky grin. It wasn't often that she resembled her brother too closely but in those rare moments they could have been twins. "Still got our thoughts on the cowboy, have we?" she asked, amused and just a little bit smug. "Knew it."

Naomi's silliness had all but expelled her panic of being trapped in the cave, and now that there was something more serious on the line, the afternoon had taken on an entirely different tone. "Well now I've got to do it," she remarked, squinting between the head of the key and a nearby key hole. She'd be damned if she was going to climb around and look for holes the way Naomi had done. "For future generations of crabby little metamorphs," she added.

The cloudy, dirty brass found its way to a hole that looked appropriate enough, and any fear Ronnie had previously entertained was gone. Dispelled. Dead.

The key made a loud kkkrrreeeeeaaawwwwch noise as she turned it, though the noise was in fact coming from the other side of the room.

"Shit. Shit!"

Veronica's demeanor swung a full 180 at the mention of kissing the dunderhead of a boy again before Naomi could roll her virid eyes and shrug off a sarcastic, "Ah hah..." But at the sound of "future generations of crabby little metamorphs" the witch's hair snapped to white, eyebrows arched, and a harsh pout formed on Naomi's lips as she watched Ronni turn the key  "Uh... no." Her voice was firm and adamant.

Of course a creek across the room elicited a curse from Veronica and Naomi instinctively bent her knees reached for her wand, but at realizing where she was, corrected herself, and reached for her bandana and twisted it behind her back, wound it around her hands, and waited as she watched the the wall spurt forward a hiss of dust, revealing the texture of the wood planks of a door, but it made no other move to open.

After tying her bandana around one hand as, Naomi cautiously and silently slid down from the large snake statue and climbed and dropped down to the floor with a quiet step. Then she crouched and walked towards the door, twisting her bandana between her hands again as she walked towards the door and started pressing her hands up against it, looking for a way to open it. Then something clicked and the wooden door slid upward, revealing a tall stained glass case of weapons.

Naomi stood up and gawked at the wall, hair now white with awe as her eyes moved from spears, to the decorated sheathes of daggers and swords, to axes, clubs, maces, throwing sticks, slingshots, and javelins of all kinds. As people who kept what they conquered or won, there were weapons from everywhere, even some simple fingerless leather gauntlet--it could be a trap, but that seemed more likely to have happened when the door opened. Maybe it the glass? Naomi decided to try and out and see.

With a her hand still wrapped in her bandana she reached for the gloves, her hand passing through the glass like it were a layer of water, and then she pulled the gloves over her bare forearm and waited. Nothing happened. A ghostly smile crept onto Naomi's lips as she looked back at the case "Wicked."

Naomi put her bandana on her shoulder as she reached for a knife, unsheathed it, checked the blade, and sheathed it again, "Speak of Godric's Goldmine, nice choice Ronni," then she sheathed the knife and stuffed it down the back of her sports bra. Next, Naomi tied a length bandana around her waist like a belt, and then tied the rest of the bandana's length around her like skirt, hiding the bottom potion, "Wonder how much I 'cin carry." The witch then grabbed dagger and a throwing and stuck it in her waist, hiding it under the skirt of her bandana. She skillfully hid a few smaller things beneath her bandana, her thick shirt and loose hoodie, and wherever would fit in her legging pants, before finally reaching for a funny looking whip and showed it to Veronica.

"Whaddyou t'ink 'dis is made of?" And something gave a low and hollow growl in response. Hollow usually meant big, and growl usually meant screwed. Naomi's green eyes turned around to see what looked like an over-sized tiger with large fangs--a sabertooth? Couldn't wizards ever set normal traps with normal animals?

With her curly hair till stark white from earlier, and her eyes trained on the tiger, Naomi turned her head towards her friend, "You know, Cleopatra was suppose to have had a pet tiger..." Naomi turned her head back towards the giant cat now as she bent her knees again, ready to move, "Nobaddy's found where it was buried though..."