[Lavinia's POV—My Royal Chambers (a.k.a. the scene of the crime)]
"Alright!" I declared, holding the scroll aloft like it was the holy grail of getaway plans. "We tear this magical scroll, and TA-DA! We're back in my chamber like nothing ever happened!"
Osric, standing next to me in the dark alley with the world's most disapproving face, crossed his arms. "And… what about our appearance?"
"Oh!" I waved my hand dismissively. "Brother Lysandre said the illusion spell would wear off once we return to my room. So, by the time we arrive—poof—we'll be pretty again!"
"…You were always pretty," he mumbled under his breath.
I blinked. "What was that?"
"Nothing," he coughed.
I grinned. "Good."
With theatrical flair, I tore the scroll in half—
FLASH!
—and suddenly the alley, the festival, and the scam artist vanished in a puff of magic smoke.
We landed with a soft thud.
On my very expensive carpet. Back in my royal chamber. Where things were safe.
And normal.
