Well there they are.
Shitting nervously in the Great Hall, in perfectly rigid rows – like atoms in a solid – ready to take their final hurdle.
Their armoury? Just a quiverful of quills and the knowledge dripped down over three years, from the generation above.
And amongst them a quiet, unassuming, intellectual who’s seen it all five times before. But what makes Ray Burns stand apart from the rest?
