Becca rose from her seat and reached into  small pouch on her belt as she strode along side Kara. From the leather pouch she pulled a solitary blank polaroid and began chanting an incantation softly as the two women crossed through the impressive doorway.<br/><br/>Witchfire had begun to weave a mystical veil, to create an illusion to any observers, or anyone whom might listen in on the conversation that was about to take place. She ripped the polaroid in two as from her hand a dark blue fire erupted and began to consume to blank photograph. A ripple of purple energy emanated from her location and traversed throughout the entirety of Lex's office and disappeared. She smiled as she completed the spell and nodded to Kara, without bothering, or caring to see Lex's reaction.<br/><br/>Now, anyone who attempted to listen in to the conversation or watch it, via technological, magical, or even direct means would be presented with the sight and sound of a pious Powergirl scolding Lex Luthor, "Don't think just because Superman is gone that you'll be allowed to run free.<em>I'm</em>still here," said the illusionary Kara. The illusionary conversation went on far longer of course, with Powergirl demanding answers, and wanting to know Luthor's role in the present crisis.<br/><br/>Witchfire smiled to herself, she loved illusions and the power of suggestion. Now she knew that word of whatever deal made between them and Luthor would not leave this room. She rubbed her gloved hands together knocking away some of the ash left behind from the burnt polaroid.