The trip this time more than made up for her passing through the portal that was the Veil that sent her to Vormir. This time, it was all she could do to not vomit all over herself – the twists and turns were not designed for human use. Not comfortably, anyway.

Where was Sirius?

It was a strange thought to have, this moment of being forced through a flume of elemental insanity that was maybe taking her back to Earth. But her Godfather a=had passed under the Archway, which meant he hadn't died… was he alive? Had he ended up on Vormir and luckily escaped being drafted into the Stone Keeper service? But where would he be now?

And when?

She had apparently fallen backwards in time nearly a century. Did time run the same here? Was she in a new reality? A new universe? Or had the Veil actually only been a way to travel back in time?

And why did his ghost show up when she used the Resurrection Stone?

*Pay attention.* Zo-Kalar spoke up. *I think we're almost to the end of this breach. Be ready.*

"Be ready? Like when you had me kill the serpent man because he frightened you?" Zee sharked back at her unwanted traveling companion. "That worked out so great for me."

Any response that might have been coming was cut off as Zee found herself suddenly no longer spinning through the galaxies. She was on what appeared to be an aircraft of some time, although from the various sections that were either trashed or completely missing, it wasn't long for staying in the air.

Great.

She was going to be in a plane crash. Yet another box she could check off of the various ways her life should have ended. Just under stranded on an alien planet and right above the Killing Curse from an ineffectual Dark Lord.

From what she could tell – which, granted, wasn't a whole hell of a lot since her magical education hadn't dealt with muggle transportation – especially not flying… but Zee figured she was in the cargo hold of the plane; or somewhere not near the pilot in the front. A cursory glance all around helped to determine that there wasn't much of anything worth a second look, so she began slowly and quietly making her way towards where she assumed someone else might be.

She could make out a voice, maybe two, up ahead.

A man had his back to Zee, his hands holding some type of flying slash steering wheel. As she drew nearer for a better vantage, the pilot spoke.

"Th-this is my choice." For a moment, Zee was almost sure that he was speaking to her… that he'd been aware of her arrival, but then he added a name. "Peggy."

"I'm here." The recipient of his declaration responded. A woman's voice crackled over the radio.

Zee silent tried to center herself. Apparating was going to be extremely dangerous… she had no idea where she was, whether the landscape was anything like what she remembered from her own Earth; or maybe this was her Earth, just years before she had been born.

"I'm going to need a raincheck on that dance."

"Alright." The woman – Peggy, apparently – even over the old radio style communication, Zee could tell the woman's heart was breaking. "A week next Saturday. At the Stork Club."

Rolling her eyes, Zee gathered her magic and prepared to teleport as far away from this Lifetime Movie moment. She knew how it was going to end, anyway. With the amount of ambient magic that would be necessary to travel such a distance, the plane's electrical system would be completely blown, as well as the backlash of her leaving would blow the craft immediately to the surface.

"You got it."

"Eight o'clock. On the dot." The woman over the radio ordered. "Don't you dare be late. Understood?"

The pilot, Captain Rogers, she knew from Schmidt's stolen memories. "You know I still don't know how to dance."

"I'll show you how." Zee could almost picture the unknown woman crying. "Just be there. We'll have the band play something slow."

"I'd hate to step on your…"

Zee had listened to enough. Taking a deep breath, she summoned as much magic as she could and Apparated to what she hoped was going to be the fields between the Black Lake and Hogwart's, just outside of any wards that might be there.

She materialized on what should have been the snow covered fields near the Black Lake, or what should have been the Black Lake. Instead, there was a stone bridge over a clearly industrialized area with a small pond that was encroached on all sides by several nice looking homes that clearly had been recently built. Across the way, she did see the remains of what might have once been the foundation stones of a castle, though they were so worn and broken that even a Muggle Repelling Ward would have been hard-pressed to create such a mirage. No, there was no Hogwart's School for Witchcraft and Wizardry here. And, apparently, never had been.

Her expenditure of magic decided that exact moment would be time to take its toll, as pain ripped through her abdomen. Her knees and legs failed her, causing Zee to crash to the hard packed dirt pathway she had arrived on. The last conscious thought that passed through her brain, forcing its way between the shocks of the oncoming migraine, was that at least she hadn't Splinched herself for some poor Muggle to find.

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Dreaming was never fun anymore.

Gone were those luscious erotic fantasies of finding exactly how similar Fred ad George Weasley might have been… or the Patil sisters, for that matter. Of hiding under the Invisibility Cloak and playing beneath Luna Lovegood's skirts while the rest of the school were oblivious to what was going taking place in the Great Hall, if only they could know. There had been schoolgirl dreams of Cedric Diggory taking her to the school dance, not to mention what it might have taken to break Draco Malfoy. All, wonderfully sinful dreams.

Now, there were only passing fancies of guilt. Of recrimination. The faces of those that had died under her wand. By her own hand. Zee wondered if she should feel bad for her arrival on this Earth. Ignoring that she had made it back home (could she really call it home, considering that it might not have been her reality and almost nothing was as she remembered it? Not to mention that she had arrived nearly fifty or so years earlier into the past than when she'd left her version of the universe. Hell, by calculating the time Zo-Kalar considered their stay on Vormir, she'd travelled an entire century earlier.), her arrival had been to appear on a strange airship that was obviously in the midst of crashing. And Captain "America" Rogers had been about to die.

Should she have offered to save him?

The Girl-Who-Lived? Or the Woman-Who-Won? She'd have damned the consequences and saved the pilot and reunited him with his love. Even during those early days as the Mistress of Death, Zee would have represented her Gryffindor ideals and saved the poor bloke. Not for fame or reward, accolades or anything of the like, but because she was the good guy and that's what good guys did: they saved those that needed saving. But she wasn't good any longer… and hadn't been in a very long time.

No, Zee had taken a few scant moments to catch her bearings before she decided to risk Apparating to a general location that she felt comfortable enough to chance teleporting to: Hogwarts. And she went alone, leaving the doomed craft's pilot to whatever his fate was to have been if she'd not been there.

Schmidt's Captain Rogers. But she'd left him, guilty or not, and there was no turning back time.

Not again, she hoped.

Shaking off any guilt she might should be feeling, Zee decided it was time to awaken. She blinked several times in order to focus and get on with understanding her new reality. She tried to raise her hand to her face in order to wipe away the sleep from her eyes, but was unable to as, when she attempted to move her arm from her side, the handcuff that had her restrained to the medical bed she was currently lounging upon. That certainly dispelled any cobwebs left from her mind. She tilted her head upwards in order to take stock of her current situation.

Zee was covered in a thin blanket, standard hospital issue. She could tell that she was in different clothes than she had been wearing – not much more than Transfigured cloth into basic trousers and robe (maybe they'd finally faded?). The room was standard, if a bit archaic, but as she was in the nineteen forties, there was an obvious answer to why there were no annoying beeps and other mechanical sounds she would have expected in a Muggle hospital.

"Good. You're awake." A voice spoke from behind.

A constable walked around into her line of sight. He was older than his voice indicated, seeming to be near on fifty years or so. Greying hair under the standard cap, with a strong jawline and chin above the standard blue uniform. His mouth was currently not much more than a slight frown, although his eyes were dark and inquisitive.

"Why am I restrained?"

He nodded. "I'm Sargent Locksley. You were found unconscious on the pathway to the Goathland Apothecary. No papers… or really not much of anything on your person, but those rags you were wearing."

Zee shrugged. "I was set upon on the road; barely escaped with my life." She tried to appear scared. "That's no reason to have me bound, as I am."

"True, and I'll apologize for your treatment once I can verify what you're saying, but there's been talk of strangers making trouble along the villages in the area. Several good-hearted folks have been taken in by young lads and lasses who filched their valuables."

Just her luck. "I don't know about any thieving, but my own."

"Aye. You don't seem the type. But I've got some of those families coming down here in the next couple of days to look at you. See if you might have been a part of it."

"But…"

"And it's not like you can just go off on your own right now, lass." He smirked. "You've got no money and nothing to make your way to whatever destination you were on to."

"True." Zee sighed.

"And besides," Sargent Locksley added. "I haven't gotten your name, yet."

"I'm Lupin." Zee lied. "Lily Lupin."

"Lupin, you say?" He inquired as he pulled a page of paper from his coat's inner pocket. "Of the Scarborough Lupins? Old man John Lupin? You're kin to him?"

Was Remus' family from this area? And does that lend more to this being the past of my own Earth?

She smiled softly. "I might, but it's probably distant. I'm from Hertfordshire. I and those I was traveling with… well, I was sent by my Papa to meet with my soon-to-be husband and his family. The Bell's, I'm sure. But I didn't want to marry him, so I ran."

At her story, the constable nodded as if it was what he expected. "All right, Miss Lupin. Seems you've brought a bit of trouble down upon yourself." He pulled an old key from his pocket and released the cuffs from her wrists." I'll need you to stay here for a few days. Let me get the families to look at you and say you're not who I'm looking for.

"Then, I'll contact Old John and get him up here. Mayhap he'll have an idea of what we can do with you. Okay?"

Zee forced herself to start crying. "Oh, thank you. Thank you."

She could tell he was embarrassed by her tears. He took a brief moment to point out some clothes that he had been able to scrounge up for her to wear, before he made a quick exit out of the room. He'd made her promise to not try and leave just yet, and that he'd have food sent to her as soon as possible. It was maddening how long he took, but he finally did leave her alone.

Well, Hogwart's was a bust.

After getting dressed… the clothes were close to fitting. A quick wave of her hand and the clothes fit as if tailored for her exclusively.

Her next Apparition Jump took her to the streets of Leadenhall Market, outside of where the Leaky Cauldron should have stood. Or at least should have. Her memories were of decades later… not the mid nineteen forties. Instead, Zee found an old shop that sold knickknacks, although much of the buildings and streets were in desperate need of repair. Further study revealed that there was no Diagon Alley. No hidden pockets of reality. No Extension Charms to hold any shoppes and the like for the discerning needs of a witch or wizard. No magical traces whatsoever.

There was no Gringotts' Bank. No Goblins.

No immediate discernable indication of any demonic taint.

No abominations.

Deciding to ignore the giddiness that threatened to bubble out of her throat in the form of either giggles or wailing tears, Zee decided to attempt a quick Scrying for any trace of magic in the general area. A quick spell, really, made easier and quicker as the bearer of the three Hallows' magic. She used a hastily Transfigured cup of water (from a puddle) and a quick spit of saliva before the fumes that rose to her nose opened her inner eye to what magics might be about.

The glaring explosion of color from deeper into London proper was enough to almost frighten her. There was definitely some type of magic on this Earth, and it was powerful. It gave off a glow similar to the Ministry of Magic, or maybe even Hogwart's before the end. Wasting no time, Zee started making her way towards the source of the colors that still threatened to overwhelm her. It took some time, the winding streets and daytime traffic to finally make her way to her destination, but it was not as if the time was wasted. She'd come from one war, already. Zee knew how to be prepared. Her magic at the ready and the rags she wore already Transfigured into leather pants, boots and jacket… all hidden behind a Notice-Me-Not Charm.

When she'd finally arrived, her expectations were completely off. Not sure exactly what to expect, the Witch had fallen back into how her Wizarding world would have been set up. Some rundown, broken building that was scheduled for demolition. No trespassing signs everywhere. Instead, what she found was a seriously nice looking building, three levels up, at least, with an ornate window leading into an attic or uppermost floor.

And the glow of magic was even more intense up close.

Zee took a moment to consider her options. Did she just walk up and knock on the door? How does one start such a conversation? Hi, I'm possibly a dimensional traveler; definitely a time traveler, and I've been stuck on an alien planet for the past forty-five or so years and I'm wondering who I need to check in with, please? Or should she go in magic a-blazing and demand to be recognized as the new head-bitch-in-charge and the newest (maybe first, here?) Dark Enchantress and all should bow to her now? She didn't need to look at her not-reflection she know that her not-reflection would absolutely love to support the second option.

*Definitely the second choice. We can take them all out and then we have a base of operations here in the middle of London.*

She chose to ignore the voice in her head, deciding to try the polite way of doing things and introduce herself. As Zee approached the door, her magical awareness started shouting at her that she was being approached from behind. As the hand reached out to grab her, she turned and quickly threw a Body Bind at the figure that had tried to catch her unaware. Now that her possible attacker was immobile, Zee took a moment to look over her newly captured prisoner.

It was a young woman, mid-twenties to early thirties in age. A slight oriental look to her eyes, with light colored hair… but it was the muted sense of magic that caught Zee's interest.

*Not magic. She smells of abomination, but faint. Like a descendent. Not pure.*

"I mean you no harm."

Zee nodded. "Definitely not now. Who are you?"

The woman's eyes darted all around as much as she could, her head unable to turn under the Body Bind. "We must leave here. It's not safe."

"Okay. I'll bite. Why isn't it safe?"

"Sorcery lives in there. Dark magics." The stranger looked over Zee's shoulder towards the house that radiated magical energy. "Any not belonging disappear."

"And if I belong? Maybe I… "

"You don't" The woman interrupted. "We saw you're coming. If you go in there, it's going to lead to very bad things happening. Horrible destruction for all around. Please, trust me."

"I still don't know your name… and why should I trust you?"

"My name is Jiaying. We must go. Now."

Zee glanced over her shoulder to see that there was now some activity in the house. The curtains in the windows were moving, as well as she could sense a slight buildup of magical energies, and almost none of it seemed friendly.

*Decide.*

Taking heed of Zo-Kalar's advice, Zee chose to follow along with her captive. Maybe there was more to this time period and reality than she had been initially led to believe. "Okay. Let's go."

At her word, the Body Bind was released from the stranger – Jiaying, she had said her name was – and instead threw an Invisibility Illusion over the two of them. As Zee allowed herself to be led away from the magical building, she observed how several strangely garbed men and women came out the door and started searching the road and sidewalks, as if looking for something or someone.

*We could have taken them.* Zo-Kalar whispered. *Then the house would be ours and we would still have her as a captive to interrogate.*

Zee couldn't really fault her demonic patron, but she'd learned some hard lessons when facing off against the ICW. No matter how much power she had, if they had enough to overwhelm her… or if even just one got lucky, then it was back to a cell. And she would not be caged again.

"Where are we going?" She asked Jiaying.

"Somewhere safe."

Where had she heard that before?

As they continued away from where they had met, Zee tried to ignore how the other woman's hand felt holding onto her own. She'd been celibate for over half a century if their count was correct. That was way too long to go without the touch of someone other than yourself. And Jiaying was definitely not unattractive.

"I'm Daisy, by the way." No way was she offering her real name. Too many curses were dependent upon true names. "Daisy Black."

The woman… Jiaying, seemed to be about to respond, when the very air around them seemed to fragment, like mirrors upon mirrors, building one upon another until they were completely encased. The world all around them grew quiet. The two of them had been ensnared in some type of fractured reality, only limited within a smaller space.

"We're too late. They've got us."

Zee smiled as various circles of flame, each offering a glimpse of the world beyond, opened and allowed one of the figures from the magical manor they'd been running from enter. She watched as thirteen… wizards, maybe? Thirteen wizards surrounded her and Jiaying. Thirteen was a coven.

Finally, a fairly nice looking, dark skinned man wearing weird clothing even for a potential wizard stepped out from the fourteenth portal. He wore a sash of red as opposed to the yellow of everyone else.

"I sensed your approach, brother." Brother? What? "If you'd like to make yourself known, we would be willing to offer sanctuary for you to stay."

His words rang true. Zee considered the offer before deciding to see how this was going to play out. Maybe there wasn't the need for Jiaying's threat of doom and destruction happening right away. Dropping the Invisibility Illusion, Zee slowly made her way to where the man patiently waited. There was some small thrill as she witnessed his eyes widen at the sight of her. Not brother... and not many had taken her seriously without knowing who she was.

"I am Sol Rama, Master Sorcerer of the Mystic Arts, trained by the Ancient One at Kamar-Taj, Master of the London Sanctum. Be welcome."

Nodding as if she knew what any of that might mean, Zee bowed her head respectfully. "I am Daisy Black, Witch. Thank you for your invitation." At her calling herself a witch, Sol Rama had jerked. It was slight enough that almost anyone else would have missed it, but Zee had been carefully watching for any reaction whatsoever. "Why have you stopped me and my companion from leaving?"

Jiaying was gripping her hand tightly. Zee offered a squeeze back to try and convey that they were going to be all right.

"It has been several decades since a self-proclaimed witch dared announce herself and approach one of the three Sanctums. Not since Morgan Le Fey has one so dared... and the result of such has been the subject of debate ever since." He smiled and his whole face lit up. "I look forward to hearing your tale, young witch."

Zee couldn't help it. She laughed, and not kindly. "Perhaps, Master Sorcerer, but we have elsewhere to be. We should be going now."

"We would prefer to hear your tale now, Miss Black. I must insist that you accompany us back to our Sanctum. You and your," he hesitated for a moment, "companion will be offered every kindness, but I must insist."

As Sol Rama spoke, he gestured with his hand and two of his acolytes opened another portal, this one obviously leading to what appeared to be a nicely furnished inner foyer, early British interior decorating. No way were they going through that magical doorway.

Zee took a deep breath in through her nose. "We are going to have to decline your invitation."

Sol Rama looked disappointed, but not overly surprised at her refusal. "I assure you, there is no other way out of here except for you step into the doorway we have provided. You are trapped. Make it easier on yourself."

"No."

"What brings you, Daisy Black, self-named Witch, to our door? And why do you insist on this pointless rebellion?"

She smiled. "Are you always this arrogant?"

*There is the taint of an Ancient Great One about all of them. They are not avatars… or even abominations… but they reek as did the followers of the old temples. Worshipers that were not much more than fodder and food for those over them.*

The "sorcerer" in front of her sneered. Finally, this air of civility was being stripped away. "You will come with us, witch, as will your friend. You both will answer my questions, and then I will allow The Ancient One to get whatever else she wishes out of you,"

Zee had been ready to dismiss him until he said "Ancient One." Zo-Kalar had immediately flared to attention at those words, offering her a near endless supply of magical energy to draw from. Apparently, these so-called sorcerers weren't completely oblivious to the danger they were in, as they all took fighting stances as the magic raced through her and into Zee's fingertips.

She could almost feel the crackling of magical energies racing along her skin.

"Last chance. Let us go. Now."

He sighed. "I cannot."

"Okay." She was going to enjoy this.

*Hurry, strike hard. Strike first.* the voice in her head spoke clearly but it was the near pleading in Zo-Kalar's voice that finally shook Zee enough to once again her Dark Enchantress persona. She'd kept it at bay, since leaving home. After all, why would there be a need to once again become the most feared Witch to ever walk the Earth?

"Jiaying?" At her name, the woman turned and looked at Zee. Those beautiful eyes were wide with fear. "Stay behind me. Don't run. Don't move. We'll be leaving momentarily."

Zee could see that Jiaying didn't believe her, but that was okay. She'd be a believer in just a few moments.

*Don't bother with those silly Latin phrases. You are my Priestess. You are the dark Enchantress, inheritor of the magic of your world and the last remnants of mine. Don't say it or think it. Do it.*

Not offering any leniency, Zee thrust her arms out wide. No spells. Just her demanding magic to answer to her whims. All fourteen of theses supposed sorcerers were completely caught off guard, as they all were thrown several feet back, none of them left standing. Seeing as she had the element of surprise of her side, Zee allowed threads of lightning to snake through the ground, electrocuting all of the enemies still floundering on the ground.

"Daisy – "

From the tone of Jiaying's voice, she didn't approve of striking once they were down, but Zee knew better. There were no rules, no honor, when potentially fighting for your life; for your freedom. This wasn't a duel. This was a fight… and she fought to win. She allowed the electricity to continue for a few moments more before releasing the energy. From the looks of those that opposed her, most of them were down for the count.

Of the fourteen, only two seemed able to stand. She watched as Sol Rama slowly rose to his feet, his gait unsteady.

"Do you yield?"

He shook his head, as the sorcerer's gaze filled with hate. "I cannot. And though you are powerful, you cannot escape but through that door." Zee followed his finger as he pointed to the portal that they had created. She was not leaving that way. She'd destroy this mirror-world construct first.

Shaking her head, Zee opened her mouth to tell him where he could shove his doorway, when the other sorcerer that she had ignored opened another portal and jumped through it, escaping.

"I should've followed him."

Sol Rama clutched at his left arm as he smiled. "Perhaps. But now it's too late… and reinforcements are on their way."

"You're sure of that?" She taunted.

"He is." A new voice offered from behind her. Damn it, but she should have been paying better attention to her surroundings.

Zee's magical senses immediately recognized the danger of the new arrival. On the surface, she appeared as an older woman. Her style of dress leant towards Asian Monk, including her bald head on top to the woven sandals on her feet. The overall demeanor screamed calm and in control, but Zee could almost see the waves of magic that swirled all around, and the stench of ozone covered her completely.

*She's an avatar. Be very careful. This is the source of the Ancient Great One's taint of corruption I feel nearby.* at her unasked inquiry, Zo-Kalar continued. *And no, I am not sure we can defeat her… not yet. Not now.*

Diplomacy it was, then. "I don't want any more trouble. Just let me and my friend go."

The woman tilted her head to the side, her gaze never leaving Zee, but she spoke to Sol Rama behind her. "Are you okay?"

"I am, Ancient One." He responded.

At his words, this ""Ancient One" took in a deep breath and let it out, as if preparing herself… but for what, Zee could only wonder.

"You must come with us. Now." She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "There is no other choice for the both of you except to die; here; now. You've attacked my disciples, injuring them – possibly severely. You must answer for that."

"And the fact that they have held us here against our will? We weren't supposed to defend ourselves?

Instead of answering, the woman across from Zee circled around her and Jiaying until she was next to Sol Rama. The bald woman then turned sideways and spread her legs apart, centering her gravity. She was preparing to fight.

"You're sure this is the best course of action?" Sol Rama spoke as he, too, got into a similar fighting stance. Behind the both of them, Zee watched as a few of the downed sorcerers began to stand and also got ready to fight.

Hadn't they learned their lesson, yet?

"I have consulted every augury I trust. Even a few that I don't." The Ancient One answered loudly – as if she wanted Zee to know the why, as well. "She is dangerous. Very dangerous. In fact, both of them are. Death walks with one; and the other will cause great pain later if she stays free. Together, they have the potential to bring death to every one of us."

After she had finished speaking, Sol Rama twisted his hands and magical energy, visible to the naked eye, formed various runes and symbols in the air. As he continued his motions, the mirrored walls that were all around them closed in. At the same time, the street they were standing upon rose higher until the very buildings that surrounded them became a physical barrier that limited where they could move.

It would have been impressive, but that the fractured mirrors of her surroundings offered her the ability to see that her not-reflection was now around all of them… and none were looking at Zee. It took the two sorcerers a moment to recognize that something was wrong. As Sol Rama nervously looked all around at the various mirrored images of Zee, but finally understanding that each not-reflection was different from the others; all looking like Zee, but that their own gazes were centered either on him or on his master.

"How?" he whispered.

His master – the Ancient One – nodded. "She perverts even our constructs. She must be destroyed."

"Now!" Zee screamed to her legion of not-reflections.

Before her opponents could focus any magical attacks at her or Jiaying, the multiples of her not-reflection flew out from each mirrored fractal and swarmed over the two sorcerers. They couldn't actually do much, as Zee hadn't spared them any of her magic to enhance them further than they currently were, as like ghostly illusions, but that each seemingly had a mind of its own. But they did create the perfect diversion.

"Jiaying." She called out. At her name, the beautiful woman grabbed Zee's outstretched hand.

It wasn't the best way to cement a friendship, but desperate times called for desperate measures. They locked eyes, and that was all of the opening Zee needed to force her way inside of the other woman's mind. Zee tried as best that she could to be gentler than she had been with Schmidt, but time was of the essence. She ignored the strangeness of Jiaying's people, but instead focused on their location. It was not going to be an easy Jump, especially though whatever ward this mirrored world might have, but there was no way they were not escaping.

Zee began immediately pulling as much magic in as she could. Negligently, she watched as the walls around her and Jiaying began to warp and bend. With each mirror now darkening, its corresponding not-reflection faded, too.

"What have you done?" The bald woman asked, her voice barely able to be heard as their prison began to melt away.

"You should be wary of making adversaries of potential allies." Zee offered coldly. "You've made a grave mistake today, thinking that your sorcery was up to my magic. Know that in my world, though not what I sought, I became the Mistress of Death; the Darkest of Dark Ladies; and the Bearer of the Deathly Hallows, to stand against the International Confederation of Wizards. And while I am sure none of that means two wits to you and yours, know that I will destroy all that you hold dear... for I am the Dark Enchantress, and I am your enemy."

"You can't escape, Witch." One of the previously fallen sorcerers behind the Ancient One spat. "You are trapped here without a Sling Ring."

Zee chuckled. "I have no idea what a Sling Ring is, but I'm sure I won't need one."

She couldn't help the laugh that broke free as she watched the various sorcerer's (including the Ancient One) faces drop in surprise as she Jumped from their mirrored prison. Only Zo-Kalar seemed sad to be leaving. If only she'd have considered taking all of their Sling Rings with her. That would have been an epic prank worthy of the Marauders.