Ok, ‘three floors up’, the professor had said. This was going to be a bit of a trek for Tom, but Sabbath still had not had a chance to see much of the castle as yet, so all journeys at the moment held some fascination. He wondered to himself what the healer would do about a broken arm. Would they all end up signing Tom's plaster cast? Probably not, he reasoned, magic surely had a better way. Well, he was keen to find out.

Sabbath glanced over to Noelle, she had her arms precariously full of pasties and breakfast foods. He raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Well, I think there’s enough here for all of us, and you too Professor..(he drew a blank).. Ah, I’m sorry Professor, I think I may have missed your name earlier?”

Sabbath hitched up his guitar which was still slung over his shoulder and offered to help Noelle carry some of her pasties which were tottering in her arms. “Here, please, let me help you carry some of those” he offered, he wasn’t about to have her lug a larger amount than him up three floors.

Sabbath prepared to follow the professor to the hospital wing, he laughed at the Professors joke about the 10 second rule, there was no way they’d be allowing for any pastie escapees.