You sit with Mione and write it line by line: four resident pupils, nine enrolled, eight names forged.

MioneThat is the profession. Twenty-nine days of it and I have closed a school that has been open since 1604.

She signs it and does not look pleased about it and does not ask you to stay.

Malfoid is in the hall when you come down and she has already read the copy the clerk took.

MalfoidYou did the honest thing. It will be the only thing anyone remembers about this winter.