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A/N: The story is open to whoever wants to participate. The rule is simple: pick a magical object that may have ended in the Council's hands. If you prefer to make fanarts, make a fanart. You prefer to write? Write. You want to do both? Go ahead and have fun, :)
Willow walked down the stairs and observed the door. At first sight, it was a rather normal door with no decorations. But for her, this door was fascinating. There were spells skillfully woven on it. Protection spells. Barriers. She wondered what was inside this room, what required to stop anyone from entering. Whoever created these spells was really good at their job.
Then again, she was better.
It was dangerous, going inside an unknown room protected by magic and not knowing what would be waiting for you on the other side (the blueprints had been lost with the previous Council). However, if they were going to live here now, they needed to make sure that the building was safe. And that meant that she had to check what was beyond this door. The wave of magic that assaulted her when she crossed the threshold was incredibly powerful.
The witch searched for the switch. Finally, she found it and turned on the lights. The reason to that wave of magic and all those spells in the door was now in front of her eyes. The room was full of objects (was that a pan?), and the shelves and desks were full of books and boxes.
The room –The Room or That Cursed Room, as it would be known as later– was bigger than she could have ever imagined. The room was big, really big. And the ceiling… the ceiling was too high, there had
to be magic at work here. Willow concentrated a bit and noticed the spells that allowed this room to be bigger than it ought to be. She had barely noticed them with all the magic coming from the objects.
“Willow. Is it safe now?” said Dawn upstairs.
“Maybe? It's not easy to tell.”
The young girl descended the stairs and peeked over her shoulder.
“I think you’re going to need a bit of help.”
Willow picked one of the books from the desk closer to her and took a quick look at it. It was a list, probably of the objects inside this room.
“Actually, I think everyone is going to have to help.”