Chapter Twelve
No one is around, but that's unsurprising. At this time, most students are in their flats doing their coursework or eating and drinking. That's what we should be doing too, but we're too busy trying to creep into a room we know all too well.
"How are we going to do this?" I ask, looking at the entry to the secret library with my black magic filter on. "This thing might still be rigged to tell them when someone crosses them."
"So this is when we need Thomas and his knowledge of every spell in existence," Ryan quips.
"Pretty much," I mutter.
"What about if one of us goes over in cat form and opens it?" Daphne asks. "That won't set it off properly, I don't think." She exchanges a glance with her brother, and I know both of them are doubting that'll be the case at all.
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