Clue stared at the fox for a while, but was glad to see that it did not seem to be in any pain. Or even discomfort — Merlin, it didn't even seem to be bewildered. It was just... going about its life. Very... very... slowly.

"Interesting", he murmured, still watching the fox, as Selwyn proved it was not a simple spell. "It feels almost as if a pot of mutated time has been smashed, spilling out all manner of anomalies into the Grounds. I wonder if somebody is supposed to be mopping this up."