"Hey there, Curt and Jezzabell - help yourself to cookies, brownies and milk," Vindictus said cheerfully and a little voice inside his mind kept on reminding him to ask questions. Someone must have attended Arithmancy. Anything I can tell Fabian about Macadrian will help. What's up with the curtseys? Are their common rooms freakishly white? These and other questions were flooding his brain.

"How are classes, ladies?" he asked and hoped again, that someone would mention Arithmancy or even Gobstones.