"Tried that once." Clara replied, with a slightly tilted nod of her head. "The silence was creepier than the moaning. I kept feeling like Jack Nicholason was going to show up with a butcher knife very time I turned a corner or opened a door." She stated with a shiver. Mentally cursing her dad for telling her the Shining wasn't even remotely scary. And compared to some of the things harbored, held, and hidden in this volt it wasn't. But she'd been ten when she watched it and had had no knowledge the dangerous hell hole she had been living above.<br/><br/>Shaking the memory from her head, she came to a stop and turned to face what looked like a brick wall. The entire corridor looked like nothing but an unending tunnel to her eyes, but she knew better. The place was labyrinth of rooms and halls, and this was just once more trap to end the life of whomever had ventured into the volt without her. Rising her hand before the wall the brick shimmered and vanished in a mist of glistening pale pink. Stepping into the Scotts room, as all rooms were name after the location of the item's that was placed in them. She walked over to a small iron box that was wrapped in several layers of thick chain made of the same raw iron as the box itself. With a soft swallow, she placed her hand on the chains, flinching a little when they all clicked in release and fell loose.<br/><br/>Stepping to the said of the box and facing Issac Clara waved to it like the Blond on Jeopardy "Okay Raiden. You're up." Clara stated. "Whatever you do don't touch it. It's spelled to feed off the magic of what or whoever touches it. And if legend is right that magic is channeled to its Master. Who at the moment is blessedly dead, but if it feeds on someone powerful enough i.e. you and or me." she pointed from him to her. "He who shall not be named, won't be as dead as Mr. Harry Potter made him." Clara replied, sarcastically. "Now start workin' that voodoo that you do so well." she grinned brightly.<br/><br/>As much as she liked the Harry Potter books there were some aspects of the world J.K. Rowling had created that just made her laugh. Harry Potter the scared wonder himself being one of them. And for some reason she always became extremely chipper and sarcastic when she was standing only feet from a gruesome and most likely lethal fate. A trait she blamed on her insane family tree, as every single member of it, herself included, had been offered an out to this inherited duty, and none had taken it. Sometimes she wondered if her family was cursed to duty or just deranged.<br/><br/>Then she remembered there really were things that went bump in the night an most of them wouldn't die no matter how many times you shot them. If anything that would just pissed them off more. And she liked knowing she had the power to make them run in terror and not vice-versa.