It was easier now, this year, that he'd had the money to find good fitting robes. No more borrowing without permission stealing Duluth's for the night. He'd had his own. And they were clean and pressed for Bellaire's sake.

"Goodmorning, Professor Bellaire." Matter-of-fact, not too chipper or overly saccharine came the greeting from pupil to mentor. He found a spot over by Happygoody and her impossibly straight posture, hoping Bev would join them. Meanwhile, he surveyed the props in the room that surrounded them. Merlin. Fashion. Merlin.