Kyle and I shared a glance at whispers. He went and surveyed the glowing trapped door.
"I think I can open it," he whispered, so whoever was on the other side could not hear us. "It's ancient but a spell used frequently centuries ago. Mom was one of the users. Having a Mom like mine makes everything possible, including breaking this spell."
We tried to be quiet in moving the boxes and items near the door. When there was enough walking space, Kyle leaned near the trapped door. There was still whispering. We had not alerted anyone.
Kyle took a white chalk from his pocket and drew a circle around the trap door. Small diagonal strokes were drawn towards the door. When done, he replaced the chalk in his pocket.
