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“You have been chosen,” she said. “Take the key, keep the lantern’s lesson in your heart, and protect Willowbrook’s secrets. If you ever need guidance, the key will guide you to the library’s entrance—only when you truly need it.”

“Six plates, six steps,” Sawyer said, eyes sparkling. “We need to figure out the order.”

Cassidy’s eyes drifted to the founder’s journal. “Can we… read it?”

Evelyn nodded. “And you have the right spirit. But every secret bears a cost. To keep the knowledge safe, the library must be sealed again, and only those who truly understand its purpose may take one item out.” PervPrincipal 24 06 25 Sawyer Cassidy And Fitwi...

The woman smiled, a faint twinkle in her eye. “I’m not the principal you think I am. I’m the guardian of the library, appointed by the founder himself. My name is Evelyn McAllister. My great‑grandfather, Harold ‘Perv’ McAllister, kept the secret to protect the academy’s history. He told me the day I was born that the library would open only for those pure of curiosity, not for greed.”

Fitwi swooped in through the open window, landing on Sawyer’s shoulder. Its beak clicked, and a soft, melodic chirp resonated through the hallway, matching the hum Sawyer had heard earlier.

Fitwi tilted its head, and a faint pattern of light flickered across its plumage, forming a series of symbols. Sawyer recognized them from an old Latin textbook: Apertus, Via, Custodia —“Open, Path, Guard.” “You have been chosen,” she said

June 24‑25, 2024 – Willowbrook Academy The old stone walls of Willowbrook Academy had stood for more than a century, and with them came a reputation for secrets. The most whispered of them was the “Midnight Library,” a sealed wing on the top floor that no student was ever allowed to enter. Legend said it held the school’s most priceless artifacts: a handwritten manuscript by the founder, a silver key that unlocked every lock in the school, and a series of journals that chronicled the academy’s hidden past.

Word of a “secret society” spread through the school, but no one could pinpoint its members. The legend of the Midnight Library grew, becoming a story that new students whispered about on rainy afternoons.

“Did you hear that?” Sawyer whispered, leaning close enough that only she could hear over the whir of the HVAC. “We need to figure out the order

He slipped the note he’d been working on for his history project into his pocket and headed for the library. Cassidy “Cass” Alvarez, his best friend and the school’s unofficial tech wizard, was already there, hunched over a laptop.

“Or we need a better excuse to stay out of Mr. McAllister’s sight,” muttered Cass, eyes still glued to the screen. Enter Fitwi, the academy’s resident “creature”—a small, owl‑like being that the school’s biology club kept in the greenhouse as a pet. Fitwi had iridescent feathers, a pair of luminous eyes, and a habit of perching on anyone who needed a little extra luck. It had a reputation for showing up exactly when a mystery was about to be solved.