The only time Jem got any peace at school was during the winter holidays. Most of the students went home or on holiday, and there weren't any classes, so Jem had all the time he wanted to himself. Jem didn't like going home for the holidays, so he stayed more often than not, with all the other students whose parents worked a lot or who simply didn't want to see them. When he wasn't in his room, practicing his dancing, he spent his time wandering the school. Most of the doors were unlocked, and Jem loved to find hidden rooms or interesting things. Dorien Academy had been built hundreds of years ago by an eccentric duke who was arguably crazy. He had put a countless number of hidden passages and rooms in the former castle, and Jem was certain that no one had yet uncovered them all. Still, he loved to try. That day, a few days before Christmas, Jem was in the west wing, where the fine arts classes were. He was in one of the sculpting rooms, and was feeling along one of the seams between the stone bricks of the wall. He was certain that there was a catch in it somewhere that would open a hidden passage. Holding his breath, he finally let it out when he finally felt the catch. His predictions were right! Smiling to himself, he pulled at the catch, and felt the wall give way. A plume of dust rose up to cover Oliver's face and clothes. Coughing, he reached up and wiped away the dust from his eyes but that wouldn't do anything for his black sweater and dark jeans. Sighing heavily, he peered into the sudden darkness in front of him. Twisting his lips into a frown, he decided that he would need to come back with a flashlight. It was much too dark inside the passage to risk stumbling and breaking a leg or worse. Letting out a disappointed sigh, he stepped back from the abyss before him and did his best to brush the dust off of him before he left the room. With that, he rushed back towards the dormitory wing, hoping that he had a flashlight somewhere in his room, or that his roommate had one in whatever stuff he had left.