"What's he doing?"

Three figures met using the cover of night.

"Magic, far from what I've ever seen before" A female voice said. She pulled something out of her bag, three little elixir bottles.

"Do we have a plan?" The first voice asked again.

The female nodded her head. "I thought of one, only, nothing will ever be the same. There's a chance we may shatter the fabric of life itself"

"I just want to know if we have a plan. I don't care how bad it is" The first voice griped.

The female sighed. She handed the other two the bottles. "These will last a while, we'll need to meet regularly, perhaps every three months"

"We'll use the shrieking shack as meeting place" The third figure finally spoke.

The female nodded her head. "The second I cast this spell, lift up the lid, and drink" She pulled her want out of her pocket, and began to mutter the incantation.

A bright light filled the spot where the three figures had been. The figures had disappeared and three barn owls flew above where place they once had stood.