"Sit, girl." Inside a cosy study, the old man took a seat at a black wooden desk and rubbed his temples with a tired expression. Looking around, Alice nodded in satisfaction. It was much like her teacher's office, but instead of the mess and clutter that piled up, it was clean; the floors were made of the same dark wood of the forest, and the grey walls were hidden behind as many bookshelves and paintings as possible. Finally, the fireplace in the corner tinted the entire place with an orange light that added just the right amount of colour.
"If I asked you to would you go back to the Mad House?"
"Of course, not. This place is fascinating." Alice replied instantly, making the old man sigh. Nodding to himself, he pulled open a drawer on his desk and pulled out a circular mirror. Alice's eyes widened in an instant, seeing the numerous runes carved on the frame.
