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And she had to admit that that ten seconds almost took her life. Taking a deep breath, she patted the dirt off her skirt and went out to the challenger’s clone with a morbid expression. Z was yet again acquainted with the short, squat tower topped by a wide gently sloping octagonal roof. But unlike the first time she’d seen it two months ago, the headmaster’s quarter had a doorway. As far as her memory could go, it’s supposed to be a doorless room until the headmaster decided to open it. And even then, the door would close right after they walked past it.

Mine. I walked through every hallway, checking on my people. Callum & Keiran’s Room – Gold and navy tones. Antique headboard. Silk sheets. A sitting area with a fireplace. I caught them mid laugh, shirtless, unpacking cologne and boots. Callum pulled me in for a kiss. “Ye did good, lass.” Rory’s Room – Sleek and masculine. Leather furniture. A whole ass office setup. He’d already set up four monitors and was installing a tea station. “This place is fuckin’ Hogwarts on steroids.”

The ceremonial chamber was larger than Laura expected, with high ceilings and windows that let in the silvery moonlight. Pack members lined the walls, their faces solemn and curious. Selene stood near the front, her silver dress gleaming like liquid metal in the dim light. And there, in the center of the room, sat the Riddle Box on a stone pedestal. It looked smaller than Laura had imagined—about the size of a jewelry box—but something about it commanded attention. Its silverwood surface seemed to shift in the moonlight, the carvings moving like shadows dancing across water.

Theon “We've kept Valencia in the dungeons,” I tell the Headmistress as we make our way back to the castle. “The dungeons are in the cellar. I’ll bring her to a better room for you, it’ll be easier for the interrogation.” Walking through the hallways of the castle with the Headmistress attracts as many stares as it did while we crossed through the town. They’re much more discreet in the castle, but no less surprised and reverent. The Headmistress simply looks that ethereal. I don’t believe she’d ever visited the royal pack before, much less an ordinary pack.

In the movie Harry Potter, the students attended a kind of magical school called Hogwarts. In their school, there is a stair they used to use them. The stair, standing on it at the first step, you would see it to be very long and sometimes scary to trail. Here in this place the stairs possess the same characteristics as that of the movie Harry Potter. As we moved on the stair, we followed Mr Hartley to the end. And as soon as we finish the end, he took us to a room, I thought at first that the room would be the place we were going to neglecting the saying that we were going to a turnel, so I made up a guess that Mr Hartley must have changed his plan but on getting to the room, Mr Hartley did

A blinding light shone from the depths of the passage and Tom faced it again. "Guess this is it, " he asked the reticent crab. "Yes, master. " the crab replied. He double-checked his bag again, confirmed that documents and off to the blinding light he went. When he reached the end of the passage, he saw a room that looked like something under the stairs. Looking like a parking room and with a basement feel. He walked forward to the source of the blinding light and there stood a door with an engravement on the mantel, "Horemakhet " and Tom froze. This was the exact handwriting of Mr. Head. The aura and come to think of it, the voice whispering in his head. He forsook looking at all the dilapi

Geneva returned to the Tower of Merlin, the revered housing compound of exemplary mages. The Tower of Merlin is not really a singular tall tower but is actually a castle with big rooms filled with subspaces folded by magic so you can have a very big space in a single room since mages tend to use large spaces for their spells and stuff. She and her boyfriend, Gallen live there but he was formerly living in Sellsword's Keep, the residential home of assassins, but he left it because Leanna still stays there.

It was the shimmery white powder from the cauldron in the secret room. Tom frowned, confused. What am I supposed to do with them? Sprinkle them on the mist like Tinkerbell? “If the mist comes at you, throw it at them,” Suzanne said quietly, taking her place next to Vlad. He looked at her and gave her a silent nod. She did likewise and whipped out her wand. The metallic wand extended to more than a foot long. “Use it wisely!” one of the twins warned Tom. “We don’t have much left, Thomas spilt most of it!”

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

“She was killed in front of your chamber and your chamber seemed to be the thief's main destination.” The words landed harder than expected and Xavier’s hand froze mid-gesture. He had thought at first that it was just some miscreants who thought his absence was an opportunity to steal food or expensive items. His chamber was a serious cause for alarm because that was where his secret magic room was. He had concealed it with a great deal of spells and enchantments, he refused to believe anyone could get past it. No one even knew of its existence except him. Elliot watched him closely. “The room was ransacked and shelves overturned. There was nowhere left untouched. Whoever it was had somethin