Re: luke h/wren h
[She checked the door over and over, and it always opened into Victorian London for her. On the off chance that it doesn't, there's a tiny map to a rabbit hole that crosses over, and the tiny map is drawn on the back of the tiny scroll in tiny and swirly red.
Victorian London is bustle, bright blue sky with nothing making the air dark and nasty, at least not in this part of the city. It's a residential street, a long row of houses that are much taller than they are wide, and a gated boarding school at the end of the lane. The playground there is austere, nothing like a modern playground, but it's obvious as what it is.
If he hunts, there's a note taped beneath one of the swing's seats, the handwriting the same swirly red as the scroll's.]
To continue on, you need something to write with and something to write on. Look inside. En français, s'il te plait.
[The correct classroom is marked with french love words on a writing slate near the desk. In said desk, there are papers and a wooden pen and inkpot. Atop it all, a fresh note.]
Going forward, you're going to leave me notes. Take your note to each new place, and leave it there for me to find later.
Do you want your next hint? You have to buy clothes to get it. Find the nearest bespoke drapers, monsieur.