Leah's eyes rotate in their sockets, trurned over and around as they scane the room without her head moving.

"The kids'll stay," she remarks. "They care about this kinda thing. Maybe the Gryffs'll give it more than Crumrin, but he'll stick to it.

"I reckon all the teachers will, too. No one's the type to blink at it."

Well, except Leah herself, but she's here.