I didn't see Martinus in the morning's Practical Magic class. Without him, Yllana and I sat on our own, undisturbed by our classmates. We couldn't talk much, though, because Professor Maler still walked through the class, punishing students who weren't doing the exercises. The exercises were so boring, nobody would do them without the threat of punishment.
As soon as we finished, I told her what happened yesterday, after class. She listened to everything, sometimes shaking her head at my interpretations.
"So you've met his mother and his brothers," Yllana said in the end. "Only his father is left. And he invited you to his house for the weekend. To help you with your magic."
"Do you think I should accept the invitation?" I asked.
"Me?" Yllana said. "I think you should. But then I think
