Alistaire Firth strode up High Street, though his stride was inhibited by being bent over against the fierce wind that occasionally gusted and threatened to blow off his scarf. A small gathering caught his eye. Oh, this must be what Peyton set up! Feeling sufficiently warm after the firewhiskey at the Three Broomsticks, he meandered over. Yes, he would be testing these students to see if they knew their stuff.