"Pride goeth before a fall," replied Annie, fairly smugly, as the floor seemingly shot up around the two wizards, creating a small doorless, windowless, lightless room in the centre of the kitchen.
"Have a thought in there about whether starvation is the sort of death you really want!" she called out, her voice muffled by the new walls as she shifted back into her grandmotherly shell and tutted her tongue at the column.