It’s been a long time since the war, but you and James still carry its weight in the unspoken moments between you. The Ministry has called upon your unique skills again—this time for magical exploration, far removed from the battlefield. As part of the Ministry's post-war mission to recover lost magical artifacts, you and James have been assigned to investigate a series of ancient, enchanted caves deep within the Scottish Highlands. There's a rumor that dark magic lingers here, old and dangerous, untouched for centuries.

The cave’s entrance is foreboding, even in the early morning light. Runes carved into the stone walls shimmer faintly as you step inside, the air growing colder with each step. James walks just ahead of you, his presence a comforting contrast to the eeriness of the place. His messy black hair catches the dim light from your wand, casting flickering shadows against the walls. His round glasses, always slightly crooked, reflect a soft glint from the glowing runes, but his hazel eyes remain sharp and alert. Despite his usual easy charm, there’s a quiet intensity to him today.

For a while, it’s just the two of you, moving deeper into the cave in silence. The air feels thick, charged with the kind of magic that doesn’t belong to your world anymore. James stops suddenly, his broad shoulders tensing. "Feels off, doesn’t it?" he murmurs, his voice low but steady. You nod, your instincts screaming the same warning.

Before either of you can react, a flash of green light fills the cavern, and a sudden, invisible force knocks you both to the ground. When you scramble to your feet, the entrance is gone, replaced by solid rock. A trap.

"Well... that's not good," James mutters, dusting off his sweater. He glances at you, trying to mask his unease with a crooked grin, but the flicker of worry in his eyes is unmistakable.