I decided to skip class the next day because getting Leila to confess was too important. When classes started, I approached Mr. Moon as X.

"Have you grabbed Leila yet?" I asked.

"No, I haven't," he frowned.

"I'll get her," I smiled under my mask. "What class is she in?"

I walked into Leila's classroom and quickly asked her to follow me to the disciplinary office. As she stood up, her shaking legs betrayed her attempts to remain calm. Henry stood up abruptly.

"What's going on here?" he demanded.

"Henry, please sit down," I smirked. "I'm X, and Leila is going in for questioning."

Henry stumbled back slightly. "How do you know my name?"

"I'm a detective," I said.

I led Leila to the disciplinary office, tightly holding onto her arm in case she attempted to cast an illusion spell. Once inside, I instructed her to sit down and began questioning her.

“Ms. Damica,” I began, “Is there anything you would like to tell us?” Leila remained silent, so I proceeded to describe everything that I had seen in my vision to her. With each sentence, her eyes widened in surprise.

“How do you know all that?” she finally asked.

“I'm a detective,” I replied matter-of-factly.

Leila sighed and admitted to stealing the wands. “Okay, yes, it was me,” she said. But when I asked her where she had hidden them, she refused to tell me.

“You didn't find that out, oh great Detective X,” she taunted. “I'm not going to tell you.”

Unfazed, I grabbed my notebook and began writing. “Withholding information from the authorities,” I muttered as I jotted down the crime. Leila looked at me in confusion.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I'm writing down your crimes,” I replied coolly, “Honestly, you did that first one at least four times.”

Leila's expression turned from confusion to horror. "You can't do that!" she protested.

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I held up a hand to silence her. "Oh, but I can," I retorted calmly. "I have evidence against you, and now you're obstructing the investigation. That's another charge."

Leila slumped back in her chair, defeated. "Fine," she muttered, “The elves have them, so you’ll never find them,”

This was unexpected. "Why would you give them to the elves?" I questioned, trying to understand her motive.

“I don’t see how that is relevant to the case X,” she replied curtly.

"It is important to establish the motive," I insisted.

“Not if you already have all the proof you need to convict me,” she retorted.

I grimaced, realizing she had a point. I reached for a pair of bracelets that Mr. Moon had given me and placed them on her wrists. I explained to her that they were enchanted to limit her movements and spellcasting abilities. I warned her that we would be alerted immediately if she attempted to remove them, which would also result in additional charges.

Leila glared at me, clearly unhappy with the situation. "You can't keep me here forever," she said.

"We won't have to," I replied calmly. "We'll find the wands soon enough, and once we do, we'll have everything we need to convict you."

Leila slumped further in her chair, resigned to her fate. As I left the room, I saw Mr. Moon waiting for me outside. He looked at me expectantly, and I gave him a nod of approval.

"You did well, X," he said. "I'll take it from here."

I returned to my dormitory feeling a mixture of emotions. On one hand, I was proud of myself for cracking the case, but on the other hand, I was frustrated because I had no idea how to locate the elves or why Leila would choose to involve them in the first place. I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought. Suddenly, I heard a creaking sound and turned my head to see Colette standing in the doorway.

“Hey, are you in here?” she called out.

“Yes, I am,” I replied, sitting up in bed.

Colette walked over and sat down next to me. “Why did you skip class this morning?” she asked with a concerned look on her face.

“I didn’t feel like it,” I replied to Colette's question, not wanting to go into detail.

Colette raised an eyebrow, sensing that something was bothering me. "Are you okay? You seem upset?" she asked.

I struggled to find a way to express how I was feeling without revealing too much. Eventually when I found the words I spoke, "My sister is a detective, a great detective," I explained, my voice laced with frustration. "And I always thought I could be one too, so when she asked for my help on a case I was ecstatic. But now that the case is over, it feels like I've taken a step backwards instead of moving forward."

Colette looked at me sympathetically. "It's okay to feel that way," she said. "You learned a lot from this experience, and you can use it to improve and grow as a detective. And who knows, maybe there will be another case that comes up where you can put your skills to use." I nodded, feeling slightly better. "Thanks, Colette," I said, appreciating her support. "You're a good friend."

Colette smiled. "Of course, anytime," she said. "Now, let's go grab something to eat. I'm starving." I laughed, feeling grateful for the distraction. As we walked out of the dormitory together, I couldn't help but feel a sense of determination. Maybe this case was over, but there would be more to come. And I was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.