CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
In the meantime, Hafsa pulls Peter along behind her as they venture down hallways, scale and descend stairs, and dodge a few lecturers all while being as quick and quiet as they can.
Twenty or so minutes into their adventure, they stop in front of two large black wooden doors reaching to the hallway rafters. A clear split in the middle from top to bottom, yet, no handles, hinges, or locks.
Hafsa lets go of Peter’s hand, smirking at him, and puts a hand to the door on the right. A bright green glow emerges from under her palm, stretching out, and surround her hand until it envelops the door itself. Once the entire door is a bright mass of green, she takes her hand away, leaving behind a dainty black and green handprint.
A clicking and clacking fills their ears as if
