Maybe it would be better if you don't say anything at all.

Or think anything.
And I know I shouldn't, but I love watching those guys work.

Don't call it daycare.

It's more like assisted living for the magical set.

I don't think it's old or oak, but it definitely just appeared.

The room has one door.
Well, technically two, but that second one is tricky.
One.
Now it has two.
Three.
And it shouldn't.
Maybe it's friends with the stairs.

Why do you ask?

No, I didn't just yell at the clipboard.

I didn't just tell that character he was being stupid.

Nope.

Not at all.

Maybe.

But truthfully, he deserved it, and anyone else would have done the same.

Wait...what?

When did he ever tell you to do that?
Weren't you going there anyway?
To do that?
Why are you now saying that he sent you?
What were you thinking, brain?

Red.

So much red.
All over the page.
And my hand.
And this is only the third pen.
I hope there's something left when this is all over.
(I'm pretty sure there will be.)

It's time to de-escalate the situation.

Somewhere between Book One and Two, stairs appeared.
I have no idea why.

Everyone else may treat him like he's made of glass and liable to break.

His brother will not.

The thing to remember is that this is nowhere near the end.

It's more like standing before a block of stone, trying to figure out where the statue is.