It was a daunting prospect and not one Connie especially fancied having to navigate come autumn, but at least she would not have the worst of it – Merlin knew what the teaching staff would do with a hoard of teenagers who were irritable and denied their gifts. And that was assuming they could even access the castle…what would happen if the fog reached it? Would the stairs even work?

“As far as I know the magic at the castle is still working,” she sipped her tea and modified her voice to utter neutrality, hiding her deep dislike. “The headmaster is holding the fort, so to speak.” Loathsome man: she would say he was enjoying the discomfit of others if she thought him capable of the emotion.

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MJ made me beautiful