You stand in the first circle alone and give the building both years, and it takes them without asking twice.
The seal brightens and stays bright, and the walls of Gravenhollow will hold for a hundred years.
Isolde screams at you from the edge and cannot cross the line, and Rowan writes it all down, and neither of them can reach you.
In the spring the institute makes you its head, because nobody else will take a chair that eats.
You sit at the top of the hall at every meal with the whole school below you and no name in the ledger but yours.