The Black Dragon Pub had been just like the boys he had overheard saying. Even so, walking down the back alley in Newtown, and the single candle burning over the door had been terrifying. He had made himself open the door. Inside, only men, only men like himself.
“Yes, since classes started back in September,” Calder said over his shoulder as he searched his pocket for his key. He fished out the key, opened the door, and stepped back to wave the man, who said his name was Thomas, inside. His golden hair had been a bright candle in the pub.
The man took off his jacket and looked around the small flat. Calder waved his hand and the witchfire lights in the wall sconces flickered on. Calder loved turning the lights on. His father was one of the few people he knew who refused to let torches i
