Emilia was, actually, unphased by the blood and the screaming other than her general level of annoyance - call it Unspeakable team culture.

The auror-in-training had suggested someone hand her the note, but they were too slow for Emilia's liking, and so she snatched it out of the hand. Languages weren't her strong suite, but she could parse it - it wasn't, actually, any language at all, but a mix of basic words in various European languages (and, eventually, Mermish) and English nonsense.

"The challenge is in the getting out," Emilia said, "And we have all the tools we need." She rolled her eyes and continued trundling through it - behind the vanished door, there was a brick wall.

"There should - there should be a brick sticking out? Press it."

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