Another question of the day: Why did Willie Crocker have a napkin, obviously taken from the great hall, filled with butter?

Not a lot would have guessed what the almost toothless child of twelve had in mind, but who knew him might guess that he was up to something wicked, something quite devious, which was what he was up to exactly. He had stolen some butter from the great hall, or the iced hall, whatever it was called these days and decided to see how fast he could slide down the slide.

Thrill ran through his blood as he ran up the stairs towards the fifth corridor. Before he knew it, he saw himself behind the weird talking kid who he really liked. Naprus. Cyprus. Psycho. His name was something, but he had forgotten, as always.

"OII, yye!" He exclaimed, clasping his hand over the boy's shoulder to stop him from sliding. "Ye ain't goin' on dat thlide before me!" Willie told him, his green eyes bright. "Yer gunna take too long, mate! I'mma be tryin' thumthin', eh... Be workin' fathter than ye can thay Bunburry 'avin' thcarry bunnieth!"