Whispers from Brisbane

Wednesday. A whisper has reached me from the north, carried by a moth who owed me a favour. The Headmaster is raising a third castle, in Brisbane, and it is meant to open some time in the first half of next year.

Nobody will tell me where. Nobody will tell me when. The moth did not know the street, and when I pressed him he flew into a lamp.

This is how the Headmaster operates. One castle, then two, and now a third, each with its own copy of that wretched formula and its own classes of students lining up to destroy it. If I did not know better I would say he enjoys this.

I have bought a hat suitable for humid sieges. Crumpet, being a newt, is looking forward to the humidity rather more than I am.