Another bloody lesson about manners? If Borr's lesson hadn't already been enough. At least Flynn could place a bet on the fact Headmaster Branxton would not be instructing them to sit in bowls of water.

He wanted to do nothing more than complain about this sham, this con, this crap! They came to a school to become wizards and witches, not ladies and gentlemen. Considering Flynn was only eleven years old and hardly through puberty, this kind of thing was the last worry on his bloomin' mind.

He pulled back the chair, waited for his dummy to begin sitting and pushed it forward elegantly. He over emphasised his actions in mockery, simply to illustrate how ridiculous this lesson and this school was.