Chris found it extremely lucky that in Northland a person could not lose their way in the dark all that easy: the snow, coupled with the Aurora in the sky, made everything bright and as easy to see as it would be in an early afternoon. And at least they weren’t all that cold, either; when they’d left her home, Ian’s grandmother had provided Chris, Arnold and Daniel with long coats, scarves and gloves channeled with Summer Witches’ magic that would keep them warm.

Ian was the one who opened the metal gates surrounding the place. They entered a large snow-covered lawn and hurried to the front door. Chris threw a few quick glimpses at the building: it was white, spread along the entire width of the lawn and seemed to have two stories. He thought he saw a greenhouse to his left, and there was a lone carriage parked near the building’s entrance.

“Woooow! Sir, th-this is amazing!”