Christabel watched as the young woman read the hastily written message. Her frustration was palpable. Belle could sympathise, doors were supposed to open, and this silent predicament was wearing on her nerves.

Chris stepped closer to the door, drawing her wand from her pocket with a flick of her wrist. Determined to try and open the door with magic, she focused her thoughts and pointed her wand at the door's lock, preparing to cast the spell. She hadn't really expected any noise to come out - but since she wasn't sure if the issue was one of noise generation or noise perception she figured it was worth another shot.

Either way she heard nothing and her wand didn't emit the glow indicative of casting. The wand movements were precise, the spell casting familiar, yet the door remained stubbornly shut. The lack of auditory feedback from the spell was disconcerting, and the enchantment on the room seemed to absorb even the magical incantations.

Frustration bubbled up within her. Christabel took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. She knew she needed to stay calm and think logically. The room's enchantment was powerful, possibly beyond the standard silencing charms she was familiar with. She pounded her fist on the door- hoping perhaps someone outside the room may be able to hear them - inelegant maybe but she was rather running out of ideas.