Originally Posted by Steelsheen

Salander was fumbling with the rune key, praying to all the witches, wizards, ghosts, historical figures and mythological heroes his limited brain contained when suddenly.... the door vanished.

"Wha???? NOOOOOOOO!!!!!" he cried as he pawed the space that once beheld the door. He could hear-- Is that cackling? clapping? as he looked back at the Willow, its branches creaking ever so closer as it moved. He grabbed his wand and the bag of runes and pinned himself against the opposite wall, fully expecting the pummeling that is to come.

.... instead a few branches lowered themselves into place, and there emerged another door with the keyhole.

"Huh..." he stared dumbfounded for a few seconds. Then his eyes shifted to a new set of scrawling on the floor.

He read out "The year is... is that I? Like me myself and I? or is that 'The year is One?'" he turned his head this way and that all confused. He rummaged though the bag and brought out both runes, his eyes shifting between the dagaz and the jera.

He looked back at the Willow "Oh yeah, I bet you're enjoying this now arentcha?!?" he cried out, believing he had heard it clapping or cackling with glee. Chances are, its his overactive imagination that supplied the sound effects. Its not like it hasnt happened before.

Cautiously he approached the branches that beheld the door, both runes still gripped tightly on each hand. He looked at the dagaz rune "Eh, tried this out the last time and the door went vamoosh. Maybe its this other one.... he said as he inserted the JERA rune into the keyhole. Which ghost hasnt he prayed to? "Myrtle's mercy please wooork!!!"