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Suzan was in there. We had no choice. I reached for the door, my fingers trembling as I pushed it open. The creak of the hinges echoed through the trees, a slow, agonizing sound that sent a chill crawling up my spine. Inside, the air was thick with dust, stale and unmoving, as if the place had been sealed away from time itself. The floor was littered with debris, old wooden planks warped from years of decay. Strange symbols covered the walls, their jagged shapes illuminated by the dim flicker of a single candle resting on a crooked table. The shadows in the room seemed alive, shifting in unnatural ways, stretching and curling as if they were watching us.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 22nd, 1992, 10:30 PM "Wizards really have some very strange ways of transportation." Leona's comment got a chuckle from Erik and a small giggle from Susan and Joan. The wizard in the room looked at Leona like she had grown a second head. She just shrugged. "The fireplace is closed again." Erik said after closing the floo connection. "Erik, dear, that black mark in the rat's arm, It was a slave brand, wasn't it?"

“A hidden passage—beneath the archives. It’s in the diary!” Elias’ eyes snapped to me, burning with urgency. “Lead us.” We fought our way down the main aisle, step by brutal step. Nyra’s arrows sang. Thalia’s sword was a storm of steel. Elias struck with grim precision, never wasting a swing. And I—I bled magic, every word of power tasting like iron in my mouth. The creatures shrieked and clawed, but we forced them back, forced them aside, until at last we stumbled into the rear of the library. A heavy door, half-collapsed beneath fallen beams, loomed ahead.

The entire surveillance network was momentarily disrupted. Jack didn't hesitate. He pulled up his collar and plunged into the labyrinth of narrow streets leading towards Prague Castle and the Golden Lane, a ghost disappearing into the night. He had passed the alchemist’s riddle. Now, he was heading into the dragon’s den.

It was a secret not yet ready to be spoken aloud too many times, lest it lose its shape or turn against us. The Legacy Common Hall rose into view like a cathedral carved from ambition and fire. Gold-fluted pillars framed the entrance. A chandelier the size of a carriage loomed overhead, its crystal drops catching the warm light like the glint of watchful eyes. The moment we crossed the threshold, the air shifted. Heavier. Colder. Hungrier. This wasn’t just a place to study or socialize. This was the stage where legacies rehearsed their dominance. And there, beneath a cascade of amber light by the bay windows, sat Ingrid Marrow.

I adjusted the strap of my bag, my boots clicking rhythmically against the stone as I walked toward the West Wing with Dahlia. Dahlia, usually the most stoic of my circle, was humming a low, resonant tune that made her feet dance. We reached the heavy, iron-bound doors of the High Sorcery & Spellcraft lecture hall, but our pace faltered as a familiar, irritating scent hit the air — a mix of expensive floral perfume and stagnant swamp water.

“My master has requested I bring you to a more discreet location to view the memory orb. Please follow me.” Diana and I were hesitant as the man led us through a narrow alley between two houses. We followed him as he made two sharp turns that led us under a bridge. Finally, we arrived at a door that led to the sewers, and the man gestured for us to enter. I ducked under the low door frame, and when the man closed it, we were engulfed in complete darkness. I didn’t like the fact that Xander and Gideon wouldn’t be able to see us anymore, but Diana looked determined, and I knew that I had my magic to protect us if necessary.

I need to start jogging again in the morning. "Stand aside." He waves his hand backwards and we take a few steps back. Branson closes his eyes and starts murmuring something. A spell, maybe. Just then, the wall starts moving and Tessa clutches my arm. The wall slowly slides away to the left, revealing another door. "Fuck!" Alex's jaw drops. "J. K. Rowling surely came across this place and then wrote Harry Potter." He chuckles and I nudge him with my elbow. "Let's go." Branson says and opens the door. Tessa's hold gets tighter on my arm and I praise Moon Goddess for not giving her sharp nails.

"Lead me there. Now!" I'm certain he can taste his victory. He has found the one thing he has always wanted. The means to becoming a Legacy is right there for him to grasp. Jai will make history. I want to say I don't know what he's talking about, but the memory flashes in my head with an answer for him. I've found it. The Celtic Isle appears before me in my mind. It's a place of ruins somewhere on Irish soil, but I notice something significant.

Lena said all in one breath “ Good then let’s move quickly, won’t you say” Lucas responded as he transformed and landed on the stairs effortlessly “Show off “ Jesse scoffed as he took to the stairs, Alice and Emelia on his heels the journey across the stairs was a tiring one And would sap anyone of it’s energy the doors of the coven room stood as tall as the one back at the white witches realm everything looked so out of place but yet so mystical the moment of truth was here pushing the doors open Alice stepped in.