"Yeah, me too,'' Jory said, nodding in agreement. Gobstones was a really cool game, testing one's knowledge and all.

Commentating? Jory had honestly not thought about it, though he had see the notices countless time around. "I dunno, Min, it's fun and all but I don't think I'd be very good at it.'' He enjoyed listening to some commentaries, especially the funny ones and to him, it seemed like a big responsibility. "But I'll think about it.''

He looked back at the game. Slytherin was obviously going to win but the Claws were still putting up a fight. "They'll need to take a long soapy bath,'' the Puffer said with a laugh. He was referring to the Claws and the nasty goo thingy.

"I'm as puzzled as you,'' Jory said. "Do you know what the strangest thing was? That guy Erik Vinterin or what's his name, he was right there when the goblin took the portrait but he didn't do a thing. He just stood there, leaning against the wall and watching. Like he wanted it to happen.'' What a strange man. Jory was not sure he liked him much.

"You can do it, Min,'' Jory added reassuringly. "You're brilliant. Did you notice? You're ahead of me on the leader board for points.'' Not that he minded. "If you need help, you can always ask me.''

Suddenly, Professor Flamsteed erupted into a cheer and quite making ory jump. he had forgotten the man was there. He grinned. The Professor in the Suit was one of a kind.