Friday
Dear Diary,
After our break, Dare and I decide to split up and check different parts of the hall. After all, we’re running out of time and there are too many places left to explore.
Gulp.
As I march through the empty passageways, I can’t stop thinking about all the spells I wish I could cast right now. I know a ton of incantations that would pinpoint Father, fast. One thing I don’t need is mapping spell. You don’t live your life in the woods and not know how to keep track of wandering paths.
With every passing moment, more panic and exhaustion battle it out inside me. It’s like I’m wired with energy and ready to collapse, all at once.
Not fun.
Strange sensations assault me. Is that music playing or the low moan of wind? Are those snowflakes dancing in a beam of light… or the
