(BOOK 1 in the Ermand Chisel series)
Since the time he had remembered, Ermand had to frequently encounter a series of sinister and blood-curdling dreams, and they weren't merely nightmares. When he receives an invitation to join Agledon Magic Univer...
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"Aargh, Emile. You are stupider than we could ever imagine," Timothy whispered harshly and pushed Emile's head down.
"Sorry," Emile whispered back.
Damien, who noticed that the time was not appropriate for him to continue there anymore, immediately closed the shelf without making a single noise and walked stealthily out of the room.
"Why were you late, Qorder? You aren't with your friends?" The magical door asked him.
"Don't you have any other business than sneaking into other's affairs?"
"I'm just an old door that's rooted to this place for my entire life. What more business would I have?"
"Keep your old, woody mouth shut. You don't want to say goodbye to the world so soon, do you?" He snapped, keeping his voice down.
He exited before the door replied to him.
"Children these days are haughty and discourteous," The door muttered to itself.
The boys slowly poked their heads above the desks and later walked down to the old door.
"Aha! So you people were here too. I thought you were all busy eating," The door exclaimed.
"We expected the same too until that Qorder did something fishy inside the teacher's shelf. Did you see what he was doing there?"
"No. Alas, no wonder why I saw him shifting glances around the classroom."
"That's it. He's definitely hiding something." Charlie punched the air.
"I don't think we should meddle more in this. He's a Qorder and we don't want to pay a high price for it. Let's go before the soup turns cold."
"Emile's right but we need to know what he's doing," Timothy suggested.
"What is the need here?" Emile raised a brow.
"You know, curiosity," he grinned.
Thereafter, until all the classes were over, the boys' mind except Emile, was deeply buried in what Damien must be up to. They stared at every action of his.
When all the classes were over, Ermand and his two brothers enquired about joining the dorm and other procedures related to it at the college office. He didn't expect him to actually move there.
Fate's play, he thought.
"Stay away from trouble and be a good boy. Grab good grades and make us proud, Ermie," Mrs. Chisel advised him, tapping on his shoulder before hugging him tightly. Her eyes welled up with tears and her cheeks were flushed.
"I will be back on the holidays," He consoled her, smiling. His eyes were slightly moist when she saw Mrs. Chisel's eyes abrim with tears.
"Jack. I can't even scold you now. At least don't create much trouble there. And Jason, I know my son will do fine there," She patted on the boys' arms.
