p style="text-align: center;"strongCHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN /strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongThe Third Gate Opens /strong(part one)/p
p style="text-align: left;"With only a week left until their end of your exams, most of the people in Watford were frantically going over their notes casting strongread to me /strongspells in hopes of making it sink in on a deeper level. Penelope had even spent an hour last night casting a stronglisten up/strong charm on all of his notebooks. Simon's track shoes slid on the grass as he made the short trip between his dorm to the hall for lunch. He pulled his deep read jumper over his head in hopes of not missing food and being trapped into having to eat the strawberry scones for the in between meal. /p
p style="text-align: left;""Simon!" A female voice yelled from the first long table in the hall. Simon looked around and found Agatha running towards him at full speed. Simon smiled and grasped her in a tight hug as she tackled him. /p
p style="text-align: left;"Laugh Simon commented, "it was only a weekend that you were away, why the yelling and tackle-hug?" /p
p style="text-align: left;""I was worried about you," she whispered in his ear as she took his hand and dragged him down to where she was sitting and sat him down between her and Penelope. /p
p style="text-align: left;""There is nothing to worry about, just a boring old weekend trapped in the room with my dark and moody roommate."/p
p style="text-align: left;"That was a lie, Simon had of course spent the weekend with Baz, but they had spent most of it hacking through a jungle because the second gate had opened. There was only one more and Simon was a little worried about the third and final gate. Simon could feel the weight of the first two keys that he wore like a necklace on a leather cord around his neck. But worrying Agatha was not an option. The first bell went off, warning the students to hurry off to their classes. Simon frowned and grabbed hold of a donut and an apple, then raced down the hall to catch up with Penelope who had potions with him in the haunted wing. /p
p style="text-align: left;"Developed in the later part of Watford's restoration era, somewhere around the end of the inquisition, he Haunted wing was dark and bleak and damp on the driest of days outside. In the middle of the pouring rain that was now taking place outside, large puddles and sometimes impassable lakes. Most students were casting spells to allow their shoes to adhere to the walls and walk along to the other side. /p
p style="text-align: left;"Penelope charmed Simon's shoes (With strongI Am Rubber You are Glue)/strong and he began the strange sideways walking that was needed to pass the river that was surging now next to him. /p
p style="text-align: left;"And that's when it happened. Simon felt it the pull of the key around his neck. And Simon fell into the river as the key negated his charm. /p
p style="text-align: center;"strongThe Third Gate Opens /strong(part one)/p
p style="text-align: left;"With only a week left until their end of your exams, most of the people in Watford were frantically going over their notes casting strongread to me /strongspells in hopes of making it sink in on a deeper level. Penelope had even spent an hour last night casting a stronglisten up/strong charm on all of his notebooks. Simon's track shoes slid on the grass as he made the short trip between his dorm to the hall for lunch. He pulled his deep read jumper over his head in hopes of not missing food and being trapped into having to eat the strawberry scones for the in between meal. /p
p style="text-align: left;""Simon!" A female voice yelled from the first long table in the hall. Simon looked around and found Agatha running towards him at full speed. Simon smiled and grasped her in a tight hug as she tackled him. /p
p style="text-align: left;"Laugh Simon commented, "it was only a weekend that you were away, why the yelling and tackle-hug?" /p
p style="text-align: left;""I was worried about you," she whispered in his ear as she took his hand and dragged him down to where she was sitting and sat him down between her and Penelope. /p
p style="text-align: left;""There is nothing to worry about, just a boring old weekend trapped in the room with my dark and moody roommate."/p
p style="text-align: left;"That was a lie, Simon had of course spent the weekend with Baz, but they had spent most of it hacking through a jungle because the second gate had opened. There was only one more and Simon was a little worried about the third and final gate. Simon could feel the weight of the first two keys that he wore like a necklace on a leather cord around his neck. But worrying Agatha was not an option. The first bell went off, warning the students to hurry off to their classes. Simon frowned and grabbed hold of a donut and an apple, then raced down the hall to catch up with Penelope who had potions with him in the haunted wing. /p
p style="text-align: left;"Developed in the later part of Watford's restoration era, somewhere around the end of the inquisition, he Haunted wing was dark and bleak and damp on the driest of days outside. In the middle of the pouring rain that was now taking place outside, large puddles and sometimes impassable lakes. Most students were casting spells to allow their shoes to adhere to the walls and walk along to the other side. /p
p style="text-align: left;"Penelope charmed Simon's shoes (With strongI Am Rubber You are Glue)/strong and he began the strange sideways walking that was needed to pass the river that was surging now next to him. /p
p style="text-align: left;"And that's when it happened. Simon felt it the pull of the key around his neck. And Simon fell into the river as the key negated his charm. /p