A jovial Wilber strode into the feasting area humming a merry little tune that had literally popped into his head on his way over to the Great Hall. He couldn’t quite place it or indeed, recall where he heard it before yet it didn’t matter. The idea of introducing it at the first orchestral practice of the school year had already come to mind. Surely one of his learned students would recognise it.

Wilber stepped up onto the raised dias. In the process his knees made loud snapping, crackling and popping sounds. “Oh my dears,’’ the old man exclaimed. “I am terribly sorry about that! Time waits for no one when it comes to natural aging. Wouldn’t you agree, Ean? Dhruv?” Whether he was implying that the men were soon to experience such a nuisance in the form of noisy joints, he didn’t let on. It was with a hearty chuckle that Wilber allowed his gaze to travel along the rest of the Table.

“Good evening, my dears! How simply marvelous to have all of you here.” This was an old man’s way of welcoming particularly Aurora, Vashti and Casen. “Hello, Hady! It was quite delightful, thank you for asking. I spent some time taking a few baking lessons. I must say, pastries from Luxembourg are quite delightful.” No, Wilber hadn’t left the country but rather had various countries come to him, so to speak. “I do hope you had an enjoyable summer.” Wilber slipped into his throne-like seat but not after casting Marion a mournful gaze. “I am dearly sorry you summer was somewhat dreadful, Marion.” His eyes twinkled now. “I daresay you had a wonderful time in comparison with the elves, bless their helpful little hearts!’’

What was this about fires? No, no. Marion must be overthinking.