A hand emerged from the darkness and placed a steaming mug—Greg's favorite mug—on the table."Drink.""What is this?" Greg demanded, starting to rise from his chair. "You can't—"He'd barely moved ... [+]

Fred tiptoed into his room and slid into his desk chair, casting a worried glance over his shoulder as he opened his laptop. Typing as quietly as he could, he logged onto Artium Obscurorum and ... [+]