!!+6xiggzYGlm 03/11/12(Sun)21:15 No.18292606|
"Just as the wife of the cobbler is barefoot, and the wife of the tailor is naked, was the wife of this supposed institute of education without tact or discernment. No surprise, though, given that she is a Western imperialist image-carving, donkey-enjoying witch."
"Oh, well then." You and Sister Agnes, despite worship of different prophets, both worship the same God. As such, the two of you have a kinship, of sorts.
But of more importance, September the First.
The following weeks pass in a blur, a flurry of textbooks and magical theory and explosions out of your wand, until, finally, the day has arrived.
September the First.
You and Sister Agnes are at King's Cross, looking for a 'Platform Nine-and-three-quarters', whose location your Western devil guide forgot to mention. Specifically, you and the good Sister are standing in front of the column between Platforms Nine and Ten, wondering where the hell it is.
"I've got nothing, Thale. Perhaps we should ask an attendant?"
You do not answer. You shall find a way around this puzzle, by the grace of God.
(Which, of course, means that you need to think of ideas.)