I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good

None of us have been hurt, at least not yet. But I caught a glimpse of two healers robed in St Mungo's green whisking around the corner, hurrying in the direction of the Hospital Wing. So I looked at my journal.

There hasn't been any sort of announcement. But something might be wrong with Miss Professor Carrow? And the old Professor Carrow is quite upset about something.

I'll keep my ear out. Maybe I'll have heard more by dinnertime.

(I certainly hope Terry is all right.)