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[defies_time]

There is a dark-haired, dark-eyed figure making his way up the drive towards St Custard's, a battered old rucksack over his shoulders. He's avoided the first few traps, but there's no guaranteeing he'll spot them all.

So Sam's a little late. Hopefully, Camilla will get over it.

Say hello to your new Religious Studies teacher, kids.