The night is still but chilly as Head Porter and I head with some trepidation across College towards the rooms of Professor Duke. The stars above light our way through the courtyards and Old College has an air of quiet confidence about it tonight. The moods of Old College are often palpable and this is no doubt because it invariably knows something we don’t. It knows everything we don’t.
Head Porter is still transfixed by his phone and is poking at it furiously. It would appear that the game of text tennis with The Headmistress has resumed.
“She’s speaking to you again, then, is she?”
“Oh yes, yes” Head Porter replies vaguely. “She left her phone behind today, that’s all.”
“See? I told you.”
“You told me she was busy!” retorts Head Porter, as if it makes a difference. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I really like her and…
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