Scorpius, dutifully, shoots a few spells over his shoulder at their pursers. It knocks a couple off course. But -

"Er. They're just repairing themselves.

"Or eating each other, I don't know."

He's not getting a very good look as he runs.

But then he skids to a short stop.

Because not too far ahead are two very large doors, one of which has been knocked from its hinges from the powerful quake and hangs askew. A very pale light and the faint sound (though loud to enhanced ears) trickles out from the room.

"Uhm." Could it be - ? "Maybe -?"