Allyson underestimated the Veela. Fleur's claws were magical...no wood could stop them for long. She had made a decent crater in the door in four hours, and was nearly through. Another hour or two and she would have a hole big enough to reach in and unlock the door.
Hearing the sound of her mate's voice, Fleur went berzerk. Her careful clawing became an insane slamming and pounding against the door. She needed to be with her mate, nothing else mattered. Not even life itself.