This room was empty and even as you strolled across it, nothing seemed to happen. At least not until you reach for the door handle; the moment your fingers make contact, it twists away, slipping through your grasp like a snake. You try again, but this time the handle vanishes entirely, reappearing on the opposite side of the door.

A note scrawled on the wood reads:
"The door will open when asked politely."

Someone in your life taught you manners, so you try asking the door to please open, but the handle rattles and moves again, this time to the bottom of the door. Perhaps there’s a trick to this beyond mere politeness...

How will you get the handle to stay still long enough to open it?

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Cad couldn't wait to drop this class if he was being honest, because the spells were frustrating and Professor Lissington always seemed to want them to do practical lessons instead of listening to him lecture. He'd followed Maeve around the place because at least they could be miserable together, although he hadn't had the chance to ask his friend if he was enjoying this exercise. This room wasn't the worst they'd been in, but the door handle kept moving.

Cad's eyebrows knitted together. "Are you thinking immobulus or glacius?" Though at this point they might as well use bombarda and blast the door open.

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