Matriarch Marie-Claire Delacour stood in front of the altar with a smile on her face. Wearing what one would expect of a Matriarch; a ceremonial garb as one would expect from ancient Greece. Lined with gold trim and light leather and metal that framed around her feathers and wings, she looked every part of a leader. She stood straight with her hand holding her spear vertically. The light of the motes hit the spear just right, making it shine brightly in the chamber. Her eyes met mine and she gave a small nod. Returning the gesture, I saw using her free hand to direct us towards one of the platforms behind the altar. The Veela who were in the room gave small bows as they noticed us. Realizing the signal for what it is, I leaned over to Daphne and whispered, "think you can teleport or apparate up to that platform?"