The hallways of Tharvaldur felt colder than usual. The deep echo of Noel's boots on stone was the only sound as he made his way through the underground corridors. Noir rested silently within his shadow, unseen, but present as always.
He turned a corner, parchment still fresh in his mind. His steps didn't falter.
'I need to tell him everything what we learned yesterday is too valuable to waste. This isn't something I can delay.'
He stopped in front of a door — unmarked, but unmistakable. The private office of Headmaster Nicolas.
Two light knocks.
"Come in," answered a familiar voice from inside.
Noel exhaled slightly. 'Good. He's here.'
He pushed open the door and stepped in.
