Earlier, for the briefest of moments, Felicity had thought the rumbling of the room and shaking of the floor had been an elaborate, magical astroid simulation. Their very own, charming extinction scenario. But the buzzing of her cactus cat needle necklace tells her otherwise. Maybe it still is an extinction event. Just not school sanctioned.

Once the dust (moss? ash?) has settled, Felicity stands, brushes off her dress, and takes stock. She's still got her soda can corsage from Wyatt (this, but pink), her cactus cat needle necklace, and her heels. Oh, and her journal. But, as far as she can tell, no wand and no--

"Where is my tote??" she exclaims, realizing it's gone. "Am I supposed to save people while holding everything with my hands??"