-and the game is old-

I must say, that was one of the strangest masq ..confounded Sugar Quills. I should have guessed they'd try to make themselves useful. And will someone report to the secondary staff-room and gather up these leftover Chocolate Frogs? If my cat catches one there'll be the devil to -- MARCO!! Don't chase it into the--

..well, well, well. That was interesting.


[[Private]]

No sign of her since that morning. This is not good. Heaven help her if she worked herself into a fit again with nobody around. If not.... there's no point in planning my revenge if I cannot even find her.

In the meantime... the book is still there, within reach of any student who manages to get a pass. It is a wrench, but... if the current possessor will not keep it contained, as befits such dangerous material....

Confound it. There should be another way -- but my vault will revert to Hogwarts if I am ever obliged to leave. There's no other alternative. It must cease to exist.

[[/private]]


*paces, with poorly hidden agitation, between his office and the staff room*