Entrance to the schoolhouse.

Dornie's schoolhouse sits at the end of a gravel drive on a small piece of grassy land, which is sheltered by a small copse that presses in on all sides of the building, but through the trees the exteriors of neighboring structures are plainly visible. This illusion of privacy is only that: an illusion.

Heavy wooden doors set into brick open up into the schoolhouse's single room with its large glass windows and tall ceiling supported by exposed rafters made of dark, sturdy wood the same colour as the building's floorboards. The rows of desks, too, are wood and wrought-iron — altogether, there are several dozen seats, all of which are filled on the two days a week that classes are in session.