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Moment of Awesome - Darcy Lewis: While Clea Lake undoes the magic of the Haunted House, Darcy acts as bodyguard. And nurse. Darcy crowded into Clea's space as they stood in the doorway of the attic. A click, and the small flashlight in her free hand illuminated a small sliver of the room. She moved it slowly to cover the walls and floor. "Fewer cobwebs than I expected, honestly." The light caught a flash of... well, she hoped it was paint staining the floor. "Wait, what's that symbol?" Clea's eyes followed where Darcy was looking, "What we are looking for." She moved over to the symbol and set down her bag. Too work. She opened up her bag and took out a stencil, that had weird symbols cut out of it. Clea laid it down over the symbol before taking out a spray can and shook it really well. She paused and looked over at the door. "Darcy, we will be having company in a moment. Think you can bar the door?" The witch then began to lay down the magic infused paint onto the stencil. She had came up with this method only recently while studying with Mordo. "Absolutely." Darcy said as she eyed the contents of the attic. She tugged firmly on the door to ensure it was firmly shut, then started shuffling boxes towards it. She got them securely covering the bottom of the door, then turned to watch Clea work. "Alright, that's gonna take at least a few minutes to get through unless someone's super strong." "You are the best." Clea peeled off the stencil. Closing her eyes, she recited the spell meant to break other ritual spells. Her own sigil began to glow a golden color, filling the room with its presence, as the one underneath it burned into the floor as if it was trying to cling to this world. Clea continued to the spell as the door that Darcy had just closed began to pound violently as if someone or something was trying to get in. "Hope that's almost ready because someone...thing is NOT happy." Darcy kept a wary eye on the boxes blocking the door. "Boxes are holding for now though." A final pulse illuminated the room and beyond. The original sigil faded to a dull grey and Clea's turned white. The banging on the door had stopped and the heaviness around the house had lifted. Mordo was right preparing spells helped her not to exert too much energy. However she felt worse because of this bloody cold. Standing up and looking over at Darcy. "I think it is done." "You look pretty done too. C'mon, let's get you back to some cold meds and a bed." .