At six the clerk comes down with the cloth and the chalk and the school stands in front of the wall, and this time nobody has to be told to be quiet.

Deacon's number goes up by thirty-one places. That is the largest single movement in the yard in eleven years and it is written on the wall in a hand that is almost apologetic.

DeaconThirty-one.

TamsinThirty-one. You are rank one.

DeaconSomebody has to eat the thing they spent two years wanting. I did not expect it to taste like this.