[center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjY2LmQ1YjNkZi5SbXhsZFhJLjA/austie-bost-envelopes.regular.webp[/img][/center] Fleur followed the wet footsteps closely. If she was correct, what happened in Teacher Ot's office was not good. Someone was significantly hurt and things were destoryed or stolen. Teacher Ot could be dying somewhere. Fleur would not admit it openly, of course, but there was also some sort of thrill. She enjoyed a mystery or figuring things out, making sense of something that could not be immediately explained. And then she saw the blood. That compounded with the eerie silence of no one being around led her to believe things were not all right. Saur seemed to agree with her as he nodded at her, a subtle message that her and him were on the same wavelength. Soon they came up to a door and a clock. The door itself had images on it, none of which made sense to her right away. Still, it was here and the trail led through it, which meant it could be opened. [color=D5B3DF]"Hold on, let me see something."[/color] Fleur called upon her magical ability and cast Detect Magic. With her training in the Occult, she found it easier to get a sense of magical artifacts and spells. Squaring on the door, Fleur closes her eyes for a moment to center herself. She immediately found that its magical properties cried out to her, desperate to reveal its secrets! In her mind, she heard an ancient, wizened voice make a simple request: [color=red]"Tell the time."[/color] Fleur's eyes were drawn to the large, grand clockwork contraption whose hands busily stand over mirrored icons of the door across the hallway. Her magical connection to the door had not waned, though for the moment that appears to be all that the door is willing to communicate to her. [color=D5B3DF]"There's magic at work here. The door is connected to the clock. I heard something suggest telling the time would be the answer. I don't suppsoe anyone knows the current time so we can adjust it? The symbols must be connected in that way."[/color]