Willow and Tiffany

Willow and Tiffany wandered down the dark halls of Dreadwoods manor. Tiffany mindlessly tapping away at her phone in a perpetual daze of social media while Willow fumed. How had she gotten stuck with the airhead, anyway? Probably because Kara had stolen her roommate, Sun, away months ago when they started dating and Bernice had grabbed onto Amy and run off the moment they agreed to break into pairs. It was so dumb being here, in the dark and cold, wandering around some dusty, abandoned building when they could be back on campus studying.

At least that was one thing Tiffany agreed on with her when Willow had complained about it ten minutes ago. Only Tiffany mentioned wanting to be at some party or something instead. Maybe Willow should be glad they were here. After all, it could be worse, apparently. She glanced over and watched as Tiffany scrolled through shots of the party. So many photos of drunk idiots being assholes and throwing away their academic lives. Did none of them worry about that? Willow huffed as they rounded a corner.

They stood in a stone hallway that looked like it was right out of a medieval castle. Suits of rusty old armour lined the walls along with moth eaten tapestries and empty, old sconces "Oh fuck me!" Tiffany exclaimed, stopping suddenly and stomping her foot. "I just tots lost my connection." She began pacing up and down the hall, waving her phone about like a magic wand. "You think this place has like wifi or something?"

Willow looked at Tiffany like she had just asked when it would start raining ice-cream. "No," she said bluntly as she looked at her own phone. She was out of bars too. "Maybe the storm knocked out the cell tower… or it's just making it really hard to get a signal or… something."

"Wait, I think I got something!"

"Watch out for that…" Willow shouted but it was too late as Tiffany went stumbling into a suit of armour. She tripped and knocked the sword arm down on the suit and there was a grinding noise of stone on stone before the whole section of wall rotated around. Both Tiffany and the armour disappeared, replaced with a cobweb covered stone wall. "Tiffany! Tiffany! Can you hear me?" Willow shouted as she rushed to the wall and bagan brushing away cobwebs. "If you can hear me, try and trigger the mechanism again… push the arm… make it go back up and down again… on the armour… not your own arm." Willow quickly clarified as she yelled while banging on the stone wall. Only the sound of distant rain and rumbling thunder echoed through the house in return.