So Brigid's on the Express, weighed down with books and quills and firsts of everything. WHY does she have to be friends with Mini-Pukey? She was excited enough to squeal over everything - her uncle Percy'd be proud that she was excited over her cauldron. I refuse to believe he's dead too. But she's set, got all her robes and an owl and she's promised to write home often, which Mum will be happy about. Suppose now I can set about working on that new idea I'd been mulling over, what now that I'm off my crutches and full of free Brigid-less time. Yep, all the time in the world.