This was meant to be Benjy's second to last term. Penultimate. After all that packing and those stairs, however, it felt very much his last. Brittle bones, achey muscles. He was convinced that they'd have it sorted by the end of term.

Apparently, they hadn't. Whoever they were.

With a sigh, Benjy eased himself slowly onto the bench with the other sixth years. "Anpther term over, huh? Anyone got good palns for the summer?"