Pass it on, boys.

by 3arn0wl

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?

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