The old classroom door creaked as Elias pushed it open. The stale air hit him immediately but he had gotten used to the smell by now. Three weeks of meeting in this place and the mustiness no longer bothered him.
He stepped inside and closed the door, turning the rusty lock until he heard the click. The figure was already there, sitting at the same desk as always.
"You're late," the figure said without looking up.
Elias shrugged as he walked closer. "I had to wait. The prefects were doing their rounds tonight. I couldn't risk being seen in the corridors."
"What do you have for me?"
Elias pulled out a small notebook from his jacket pocket. He had started keeping track of everything now, writing down times and dates and every little detail he could remember. The figure had made it clear that accuracy mattered.
