"Listen up, from today onward, I’m in charge of your daily lives." Dexter stood at the end of the dormitory corridor, his wand tip lifting a kerosene lamp, the orange glow casting sharp shadows across his face. "No magic use after lights out. Violators—" He suddenly looked at Bailey, "Especially those classmates who are good at playing with fire, will personally be thrown into the detention room to warm up by the fire."

After the reprimand, Tori practically bounced as she pushed open the ...