My breathing was loud in the deafening silence of the underground tunnel. The automatic lights flickered out once we passed them, creating the illusion of a handheld torch. Professor Brynhild’s footsteps clacked on the stone ground and the echo bounced off the walls, only adding to the claustrophobic space.
“I count on you to be discreet about the location of the headmistress’ private living quarters.”
“Her quarters? So this is not her office?”
“No.” She shot me a bemused smile. “Teachers need somewhere to live too, Ylva.”
The tunnel led to a small alcove with a couple of potted plants and a sturdy looking door. Made from a dark wood and decorated with metal studs and a golden door knocker with wings, it looked like it could withstand a small explosion.
Before we could knock, the door
