Faoin ngrian te, bhí an scoil chónaithe mar áit draíochta.

Under the warm sun, the boarding school was like a magical place.

Bhí ballaí clúdaithe le eidhneán agus doirse áirseacha dorcha.

The walls were covered with ivy and there were dark arched doors.

Bhí Niamh ag siúl trí na hallaí fada, a intinn ag croitheadh le fiosracht.

Niamh was walking through the long halls, her mind buzzing with curiosity.

Bhí sí ag smaoineamh ar Cillian, an buachaill nach raibh le feiceáil le seachtain.

She was thinking about Cillian, the boy who hadn't been seen for a week.

Bhí an samhradh ag lasadh an ghairdín le dathanna, ach laistigh, bhí fuacht cloiche ag an scoil.

Summer was lighting up the garden with colors, but inside, the school had the chill of stone.

Bhí an Príomhoide ag iarraidh an eachtra a choinneáil faoi cheilt, ach díobh sin, chinn Niamh gan géilleadh.

The Principal wanted to keep the incident under wraps, but despite this, Niamh decided not to give in.

Fuair sí litir i lámhscríbhinn Cillian, "Cuardaigh an tSeomra Tiar."

She found a letter in Cillian's handwriting, "Search for the Seomra Tiar."

Laistigh den scoil bhí seomraí caite le deannaigh agus taisteal ama.

Inside the school were rooms worn with dust and the passage of time.

Bhí Aoife, cara le Niamh, cúthail agus fiosrach freisin, agus bhí sí ag súil go mór le teacht ar rún Chillian.

Aoife, a friend of Niamh's, was shy and curious too, and she was eagerly looking forward to uncovering Cillian's secret.

"Níor chóir dúinn dul ann an tráthnóna?" d'iarr Aoife.

"Shouldn't we go there this evening?" asked Aoife.

Bhí an fear díolta ag súil amach.

The groundskeeper was keeping watch.

"Fanfaidh mé anseo más gá," a dúirt Aoife le meangadh.

"I'll stay here if necessary," said Aoife with a smile.

Níor stad Niamh.

Niamh didn't stop.

Shroich sí an tSeomra Tiar, seomra beag a bhí i bhfolach taobh thiar de dhoras rún.

She reached the Seomra Tiar, a small room hidden behind a secret door.

I gcogar nach raibh sí ag súil leis, chuala sí torann.

In a whisper she didn't expect, she heard a noise.

Istigh, chonaic sí Cillian.

Inside, she saw Cillian.

Bhí sé ag obair go díograiseach ar thionscadal.

He was working diligently on a project.

"Tá mé ag iarraidh an t-inneall seo a chur i gcrích," a d'inis sé di.

"I'm trying to complete this engine," he told her.

Gheall Niamh nach ndéarfadh sí le duine ar bith.

Niamh promised not to tell anyone.

Chabhraigh sí leis na hoibreacha.

She helped with the work.

De réir a chéile, dhún an t-aonrú ar Chillian.

Gradually, the isolation around Cillian closed.

Rinne na triúr Niamh, Cillian agus Aoife obair ár teolaíocht féin.

The three of them, Niamh, Cillian, and Aoife, did their own scientific work.

Tháinig Niamh chun bheith níos muiníneach, ag bualadh lena cairde nua sa phobal.

Niamh became more confident, meeting new friends in the community.

Anois ní raibh sí ina haonar a thuilleadh; bhí sí ina cuid bhunaithe le suaimhneas i gcúlra draíochta agus stairiúil na scoile.

Now she was no longer alone; she was an integral part of the magical and historical school backdrop.

D'aimsigh sí a áit féin.

She found her own place.

Rug rún amháin go leor athrú isteach sa scoil draíochta sin.

One secret was enough to bring a lot of change into that magical school.