That's strange. He texted me to meet him here. Unless you used one of those phony phone spells. - Please, I don't repeat tricks. I've got plenty up my sleeve. - I have to text my dad. - But you're right. It could have been a spell. - Why? Who would want to trick me into coming here? We want to join you. - Join me? - Yes. You let us in on your Last Light plan and I won't destroy you. - [laughing] Destroy me? You? - She's the Chosen One. She's more powerful than you. - A young, untrained, goody-two-shoes Chosen One against a slightly-older, expert, evil Council member? Bring it on! - I'm not as goody-two-shoes as you think! - Oh, cry me some glitter. - Look, if somebody tries to stop us, we'll be stronger as a group. - Hmmm, tempting. But I don't do groups. - Uh, what is that? - I'm going to fill this room with my snakes of doom. - Aaaah! - E, Run! - [laughing] - No.