Elvira waved her student idea across the gate and stepped through, before turning to me, eyes dimming in frustration. “Hmm. We’ll have to figure out a way to get you in, maybe we can-” 

But the gates had not closed behind her, staying open for me as I stepped through. Seeing her look of confusion, I smiled somewhat sheepishly, and pointed across the courtyard to a statue of Beatrice and Cornelius. “I uh...founded the school...”

She made a noise that sounded somewhat like a tongue clicking, looking frustrated in herself. “Right...of course.”

Elvira and I moved towards the main campus, when I began to feel a tug. Something was off to the side that felt....familiar. Memories of half remembered spell flickered at the back of my mind...some kind of-

“Uhm Isaac?” Elvira cut through the thought, noticing I had wandered off. “Professor Blair’s office is in the main building.”

I smiled sheepishly, following after her. “Right...right.” Though my eyes flickered to the spot where I had felt the pull, seeing just a normal patch of earth, where students were picnicking or tossing a diamond ball between classes.

Odd.

Inside was your average wizard tower scenario. Impossible architecture, with staircases leading in all different directions, some even upside down or sideways, with people walking across them as if they were set upright. Further, some doors would shift into or out of space as needed, and objects flew about in any direction.

I took a moment to be thankful that while the manor was impossible to figure out, at least it wasn’t this much of a sensory overload. Magical buildings could always be worse.

For the briefest of moments, it seemed like Morticia’s office would be on the first floor, and my spirits rose slightly. But then Elvira began to ascend a spiral staircase that had a number of loopty loops that seemed really unnecessary, and my mood plummeted. 

Accepting the inevitable, I climbed after her.

Elvira, with the determination of a pissed off manticore, strode strait to an oaken door with a purple crystal embedded in the middle and swung it open. “Professor!” She shouted, pointing at the woman accusingly. “You have explaining to do!”

“How could I refuse such a polite request?” Professor Mortica Blair asked, looking up from her half moon spectacles, what was almost amusement dancing across her wrinkled face. “Please, come in, Elvira and...oh my, Councilman DeWinter, it is an honor.”

“I get that a lot...” I mutter, closing the door behind me, as a bunch of people in the hallway eyed us a little too curiously. 

“I am sure you do.” Mortica chuckled, standing straight, and intertwining her fingers in front of her, attention moving towards Elvira. “What is your question, dear?”

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?!” Elvira barked, as my eyes wandered around the office. 

It looked...officey.

“I would like to think so, I have tenure after all.” Morticia gave a grandmotherly smile, though her eyes began to follow me.

“That’s not what I mean!” Elvira gestured sharply in a cutting motion with her hand. “Your summoning of Killgrov the Devourer!”

“Ah...” She muttered, with a soft scowl and narrowed eyes, as she placed her hands behind her back. “It seems you have discovered something beyond your purview my dear. Best to leave this particular mystery to the annals of history.”

“What history will there be if you summon something so dangerous?!” She shouted, before sighing, deflating a little. “What is it? What’s worth so much death and destruction?”

Morticia considered Elvira for a moment, before slightly tilting her head to the window, and scowling at the shining sun. “I am not originally from the surface, as I am sure you can tell,” She gestured to her dark elf features. “And this glaring ball of heat has torn asunder my once pristine youthful looks.”

The two of us blinked at her in confusion. “You’re starting the apocalypse...”

“So you can look younger?!!!” Elvira shouted in anger.

“I wouldn’t expect children to understand.” She scoffed. I felt a shimmer, a pull in the air, and my eyes snapped down to where her hands were behind her back, and, noticing a soft purple glow, lept in front of Elvira, summoning my staff into existence just in time to wack away a bolt of lightning cast from Morticia. “What reflexes!” Mortica laughed, impressed. “I suppose I should not be surprised, you are after all Mothlights very own Necromancer.”

“You need to stop, Morticia.” I commanded, eyes narrowed, as Elvira prepared her own spell next to me now.

“On the contrary, my dears, I believe it is time for me to leave.” She grunted, eyeing the both of us. “Au Revoir.” She shouted, gesturing quickly, which had the window explode, and her leap out, before landing gracefully on a broom and sailing away with a wave.

“NO!” Elvira shouted, running towards the window, and grunting when she disappeared from sight. “We need to figure out where she’s going...” Elvira muttered, spinning towards the desk, and shuffling the papers around. “Where would the ideal land to summon Killgrov in Mothlight be?”

The Onyx Spires.

The thought came out of nowhere, I wasn’t even sure what that was, or where, though I repeated it to Elvira who slammed her hand to her forehead. “Of course! Come on, we don’t have much time!” 

She quickly ran out the door and before following her, I looked up, watching as the moon approached the sun. Thiiiis was going to be clutch.

I sighed. It always was.