Flora, waist-deep in dirt, let out out a deep sigh of relief once the dirt stopped dropping — at least until she realized her wand was still missing. "This is not a very good day, Seneca," she huffed, trying to move through the (luckily not-so-thick) dirt that had fallen on them. "We'll have to report this or something — and maybe get my wand."

Now, the question was: how would they manage to get out of here?