All of the confidence Camille had gained back fled from her, like shadows before the sun, when she'd gone no further than two steps down the stone staircase. What was she doing here?! Looking back over her shoulder, pulling some of her thick and heavy red hair out of the way, the young woman considered running back. No doubt Bix would still be there! Maybe someone else would come out of their pod and the two of them could greet that person. Cami could be an ambassador of sorts to prove that Bix wasn't going to kill them, or whatever they thought.

Paused on the fourth step, she half-swiveled to look back, but sighed. The blond had all but shooed her out of the room so this was probably something important she had to do. Never mind that it was kinda dark, decidedly alone, and it made her incredibly nervous. Once again she started listing the countries of the world beneath her breath, mind mentally noting which countries were no longer countries, keeping a mental tally of ones that hadn't ever been included.

That, at least, got her to the bottom of the stairs. If she skipped a few countries or perhaps went faster than the normal tempo, well, nobody was there to criticize. Nobody knew the full list of the Countries of the World song anyway so it was actually a pretty good coping mechanism. Every now and then one of her friends would hum along to the tempo, keeping time, keeping her from going too fast and having to start over. It was surprising how often it actually worked!

If things were really bad then the redhead started listing dynastic monarchies from their origins. When that happened you knew that things were well and truly ********, might as well just take her home and let her curl up in bed. This was something that happened rarely but as lavender eyes caught sight of the room ahead of her, how dim it actually was, she started to immediately talk about Edward II.

The room, if not fully dark, was dim. Dim was never good. Dim meant that you'd be lulled into security until something happened. Closing her eyes the history major kept the backs of her boots against the last step, letting her heart settle, scolding herself. Hadn't Bix said that they fought those things here? Wasn't that why she had come? If this was where those who fought that which went bump in the night were 'born' wouldn't it logically be safe here?

Keeping that knowledge close against her scared, shame-filled heart brought Milly into the center of the room, which couldn't have been more than two of her wide nor long. What made it look most intimidating were the tablets catching shadows, curving them into odd shapes that were at once menacing and pleasing. Each one glowed with its own light, making the dim room just a little brighter.

Walking over to one at random the historian touched it expecting something to happen. What, exactly, she couldn't have said. The cold that all but burned her fingertips was not it. Jumping back with a yelp, she tentatively touched the next. It wasn't as cold but it was still distinctly…unfriendly.

Stepping back to assess, blowing hair out of her face, Cami realized two things:

1) Taking her hair out of its usual ponytail had been really stupid.
2) Bix had said something very important. The wand chooses the wizard.

Borrowing from her family tree which was full of deductive thinkers, with excellent reasoning skills, Cami stepped back. Dealing with the first of her revelations had her hair being slung back into the messiest bird's nest on top of her head that was possible, yet it was refreshing. From up the stairs came a small breeze that teased the hairs at the back of her neck, making her smile at the mild tickling sensation.

Then, seeing as nothing had yet jumped out to kill her, the redhead relaxed and let her nerves go slightly. Nothing was going to choose her if she was wound up like a spring, ready to release and annihilate anything that came near her. Shaking her hands out again, because they had fisted and she and her therapist had talked about this, Camille took a few slow breaths. Figuring it couldn't hurt too much she ran fingertips along the wall, taking in her surroundings again, and catching her bearings further.

It took a minute but by the time she'd gotten to four-o-clock on the circle that was the room, Cami's brain noticed something. It took pressing her palm to the stone to realize that they'd gotten warmer. Eyes widened and she went back the way she'd come, noting that the stones became progressively cooler as she went away from the warmth. It was hot/cold! Brilliant!

Moving with her hand against the wall the young woman moved towards the warmest point, hesitating as she came close to a tablet with a longbow on it. Perhaps it was fate but the color the rune was glowing distinctly reminded her of her eyes. Not the lavender anyone could see but the blue they were beneath, something no one had seen in years. Taking a deep breath and preparing for the light show, Cami pressed her hand fully against it.

One important point was that Mr. Ollivander had given Harry Potter his wand it had been with some idea of what was coming. Oh sure there was the warmth, the fireworks, but she was fairly certain Harry's wand had never talked. Never in his head.

< Oh no, this will NEVER do! > The voice was in turns critical and concerned as if it had found something inside of Cami that needed fixing. Certainly it was volunteering for the duty to clean this mess up. How did she know? Because following that initial statement came that exact information. < Take me down, please. >

Blinking twice, she thought about it. Thought about rejecting it but realizing this was probably what was supposed to happen. Probably. Setting her fingers along the shadowed ridge, carefully, after making sure that nothing was going to slither out from behind to make her regret this decision, she pulled. A soft c***k and the stone came clear away. Looking again at the front of it she saw the bow and wondered…and wished.

In a shimmer of light the tablet became exactly what the logical mind would have expected it to be. It was a bow alright, long but not quite as sleek as it might have been, because it was jagged. Elegant, deadly, and wonderful. < Well, that's better at least! I was worried you were totally brainless for a minute there. I'm glad we have something to work with. I'm Kidana and I'm your partner. >

Clutching the bow in her hands, looking down at it, Cami did what was only natural and expected: she whimpered.