A School by the Sea

Friday. News from Sydney, the harbour end. There is a new school of magic in Manly, a ferry ride from the castle on George Street, and it opened its doors this morning.

It is run by a headmistress. Selene, they call her. I have never met her, but I hear she keeps a journal, writes in very neat ink and has never once lost a stapler. I disliked her immediately.

Her apprentices, I am told, are not after a formula at all. Something about an eclipse turning the sky red and an old spell beginning to fray. People keep calling it the sequel to my siege. I would like to point out that I have not finished the first part.

I took the ferry over to have a look. Lovely views. Seagulls the size of cats. A very long queue for ice cream. I never reached the school, because one of the seagulls took my hat.