Once again Bloom found herself in an infirmary bed under orders to take it easy for a few days while she recovered. Her hand had been healed before she had even woken up since apparently that kind of thing was no big deal for the school doctor.
Faragonda came to visit her while Bloom was still waking up. She made the effort to sit up as the headmistress echoed Ofelia's opinion that Bloom needed to stop wearing her magic out to the point of collapse so often or she might do herself some permanent harm. Faragonda sat on the end of her hospital bed, purple suit managing to remain un-crumpled despite her folded legs. Bloom wasn't sure if she should be comforted or cowed by Faragonda's presence.
"Now," she said gently, her gloved hand resting on Bloom's knee through the blankets. "I've been told a good deal of what happened from your friends' point of view, and Griffin has certainly let me know what the witches say happened too. But I wanted to know what happened from you, if you're feeling up to it."
"I'm still very confused. One moment my book is telling me… a lot, and then the next the three witches have cornered me and are talking about taking the evil power out of me." Thinking about it made Bloom's head hurt.
"From what I can gather the contents of that book was designed to upset you, not tell you the truth. Can you tell me what it told you?" Faragonda's expression was gentle but her eyes betrayed a glimpse of anger.
"It said…" she was struggling to get it out. Part of her was still convinced that if she told anyone what the book had said, she'd be thrown out of Alfea or worse. Bloom cleared her throat. "It said that I was created by the three Ancestral Witches to destroy anyone that came to take back Domino, that I was responsible for the deaths of everyone who came to take the planet back. Liliss appeared to me and said that I was close to losing control and falling to their influence…" Bloom couldn't finish her sentence as she held back tears. She could still taste that bile pouring out of her mouth and feel the purple ooze moving underneath her skin, waiting for it to crack. She shuddered involuntarily.
"Take your time," Faragonda said. "I don't want you to become distressed."
"I just knew that if I stayed too close to other people they'd get hurt when I lost control. So I ran as far away from other people as I could, I kind of just bolted without thinking." Bloom averted her eyes to the blankets on her lap so that she wasn't looking at her headmistress.
"Your instinct to protect others is admirable. Don't view caring about other people as a character flaw, Bloom," Faragonda said. "But this whole situation was designed to separate you from your friends and weaken you. And like all good lies, it has a basis in truth."
Breath was caught in Bloom's throat. There was truth in what the book had said? She had been clinging to the idea that it had all been a lie and the implication from Mirta before she had been transformed was that she shouldn't believe any of it. Her face must have looked horrified because Faragonda held her hands up and her smile was one of embarrassment.
"Sorry, I should have been more clear. I meant that the three witches did indeed create their own homunculus to aid in preventing Domino from being resurrected but you are not that being. The whole situation you went through was due to a slick combination of hexes to lead you where they wanted and some itching powder on the book to make you run."
Bloom had no idea why they would bother to torment her like this, but they certainly had form for it. What had been plaguing her was how they had known she'd be there and what she was looking for, but the longer she thought about it the more she was convinced that it had been Riven. Hadn't the been listening in on the call? Hadn't he been watching her in the archive too? She shook her head, there were other things she'd rather focus on now.
"How do you know about the… homun-culus?" Bloom wasn't sure she was saying that word right. "I didn't see anything about that in the books."
"Valtor's existence, that's what he called himself, is not widely known about and the City of Magix would like to keep it that way. Domino is not a subject I like talking about, as I'm sure you've noticed, because I was part of the Company of Light and had intended to go with Oritel, but instead I and a few others had to face off against Valtor on Magix." Faragonda shook her head. "It is still painful to talk about. But you had nothing to do with it and it's important that you know that."
"You lost your friends…" Any resentment that Bloom had remaining about the headmistress' reluctance to indulge her curiosity disappeared. Faragonda gave a sad smile.
"It is important to treasure those around you for as long as you have them. Your friends are by your side, in fact the witches that attacked you had recruited others to hold up your friends from coming to your aid," Faragonda said. "Mirta, I believe, was able to recognise the book as a trick and go on ahead. Unfortunately, now she is with Flora in a sunny spot on one of the windowsills."
"Griffin didn't turn her back?"
"No. Witches work a little differently to us and apparently in this situation you are supposed to rely on the help of your friends to reverse the spell, not upon capable adults." The tension in Faragonda's jaw and the crease between her eyebrows hinted at an argument she'd had with the other headmistress.
"And you can't help?"
"Unfortunately this kind of magic is outside of my expertise. I think her parents or guardians could petition Griffin, but her circumstances at home make that seem unlikely. Flora will take care of her until we know what to do."
"And what will happen to Icy, Darcy and Stormy?"
"I've recommended suspension to Griffin but who knows what she'll actually do," Faragonda shook her head. Bloom didn't like the way the schools were handling this, or had handled any of the previous incidents, because she was absolutely positive that the Trix would do this kind of thing again.
There was a moment of silence, Bloom still sitting up in bed and Faragonda still perched by her feet.
"Can I ask you a question? It's one you've sort of answered before but I want to know more," Bloom asked
"I can try." Faragonda looked wary and Bloom was regretting asking already, although it felt too late to chicken out and not enquire.
"Daphne, one of the Nymphs of Magix, what happened to her? You said her family was from Domino, did she go back with the rest of them?"
"Ah," Faragonda said with a sad smile. "She did and she was the only one of her family who managed to make it back…"
"But I thought that no one made it out alive?"
"Daphne came back… changed. She is a mere shadow of herself and I mean that in a rather literal sense. Currently she survives in her incorporeal state close to a source of power at the bottom of Lake Rockoluche and while I know that she is still there, she shuns any company or visitors," Faragonda said. "I'm sorry I can't tell you anything more heartening."
Bloom nodded slowly and decided that the headmistress looked too upset for any more questions and that she could bring up the strange dreams later.
Ofelia came in a short while later with some food from the cafeteria, and once she was satisfied that Bloom was fed and coherent enough, she allowed the rest of the Winx to come in. Stella bounded in and jumped onto Bloom's bed to hug her, the others piling in after her. Even Tecna wanted to touch her arm and ask if she was alright.
Faragonda said her goodbyes to Bloom and bowed out so that the girls could have some time alone together. Stella was quite worked up, furiously recounting the ambush the witches of Cloud Tower had sprung on them as well as filling Bloom in on how they had arrived in time to stop the Trix from carrying out whatever their plan was.
"Why do you think that they did this to you?" Flora asked. Bloom could see that there was still soil under her roommate's fingernails even though the rest of her hands were freshly washed. She was glad to see that Mirta was being well taken care of.
"I don't know. But they're always trying to mess with us so they might just be being the absolute worst for the hell of it," Stella suggested. She seemed to be particularly irked by the events at Cloud Tower and not just because of what had happened to Bloom, judging by the fresh bruises on her face and over her arms. The others were roughed up too, but Musa and Flora looked more concerned with Bloom at the moment, and Tecna was her typical phlegmatic self. Whatever the witches had done to the Winx, it had hurt a lot.
"It's worth keeping an eye out for any more shenanigans from them," agreed Tecna. "But I don't think we should be going anywhere near them or any of the witches for a good while. We've got a lot to deal with anyway, just with school, so let's just stick together and not leave Alfea grounds on our own." There was a murmur of agreement from everyone.
With that decided they moved on to other happier topics such as a new album being released by Musa's favourite band and the possibility of a tour coming to Magix. Bloom was only vaguely familiar with them but going to a concert with the Winx sounded like something she definitely wanted to do. A night out with friends and live music sounded like it would be relaxing
Eventually they moved on to discussing their homework. Wizghiz had warned of a quiz coming up imminently in his class so there was cramming to do to prevent miserable failure. Flora suggested studying together in the infirmary so that they could help Bloom with it and keep her company. The others agreed, although Stella was always more reluctant than Musa and Tecna to do any kind of schoolwork. Bloom thought she had a reasonably good handle on the subject matter but it was hardly extensive and Wizghiz was renowned for setting difficult exams.
They left to get some dinner several hours of homework and revision later and Ofelia had them bring up a plate for Bloom before shooing them away so that her patient could rest. As much as Bloom wanted to not be alone, being around so many people was exhausting and she could barely keep her eyes open to finish her dinner. Ofelia dimmed the lights in the infirmary and closed the blinds in her office so that Bloom could get to sleep without any interference.
Her dreams that night were a mix of bright yellow light and a seething cloud of purple darkness. They lacked any real coherence - sometimes the Trix were surrounding her, other times she was back in her suite with the rest of the Winx, and mixed throughout were images of grand, twisting hallways.
Daphne appeared at some points too, dressed in all her golden splendour. For brief moments at a time she could see the nymph standing in front of her, sometimes around the same height as Bloom and sometimes a towering giant many times her size, always holding out an ornate box inlaid with Barion cut pink and purple jewels placed as petals on enamelled flowers.
"Bloom," Daphne called. The name sounded like a mantra on her lips. "Bloom, come look." Inside the gorgeous case was a tiara, made of white gold and decorated with the same kind of precious gems. It was captivating and she longed to reach out and touch it, but before she could even consider moving her arms the dream moved on in a different direction to other colours and shapes and noises.
When she woke up in the morning she felt steadier on her feet, so Ofelia cleared her to return to class so long as she agreed not to take part in any practicals and to come back at every four hours to drink her prescribed tinctures.
She collected her books from the suite and made her way down to join Stella in their Home Ec class with Master Sfoglia. As she descended the main staircase with care her legs were almost knocked from under her by Wizghiz running down behind her. He squeaked an apology as he passed and then caught his toes on a stair after misjudging his footing, tumbling head over heels all the way to the bottom.
"Professor!?" Bloom yelled, following him as quickly as she could without losing her footing. His satchel had flown open during his dive down the stairs and papers had erupted everywhere. Pens and pencils were rolling across the floor and a pot of thumbtacks was spilling its contents everywhere. Bloom thought it was incredibly fortunate that class was in session otherwise it would have been a minefield for students.
"Oh my! Oh me! Whatever has happened?" He scrambled to collect all of his documents and stationary while also shaking off the knock to his head. By the time Bloom managed to reach him he'd almost got his things back together, summoning the last of the drawing pins back to their container.
"Are you alright, Professor?" She asked as he shoved everything haphazardly back into his bag.
"It's alright!" He said, bounding away at speed despite the fall. "Hope I didn't miss anything!" He was gone down a corridor before Bloom had much time to react.
She took a step forward, focused on getting to Stella and her class before it ended, but paused when she saw a white envelope lodged under the foot of one of the dressers. It must have floated quite the distance to get there from Wizghiz's bag, she was sure it hadn't been there before he tripped. Carefully, she extracted the note from under the furniture and turned it over to see if it was addressed. All that was written on it was 'Year One, Term 2 Test Answers'.
It took a moment for her to realise what it was that she was holding. Just touching the envelope of test answers made her feel incredibly guilty. Bloom checked around to see if she could find Wizghiz to return it but he was nowhere to be seen. Sheepishly, she stuffed the envelope into her own bag and hurried on to meet up with Stella.
The princess was struggling with the cake without her partner to help and as Bloom arrived she could already see the eggs still in their bowl on the counter that Stella had forgotten to add to the mix. Oh boy, their dessert was not going to turn out as expected.
"Am I glad to see you!" Stella said, brushing off flour from the front of her apron. "I barely managed to get it in the oven. I'm definitely cut out to be a princess and not a chef." The word 'chef' seemed to ring an alarm in Sfoglia's head because he was beside them in an instant.
"The purpose of this class is to make you all good cooks. Anyone can be those but it takes years of training to become a chef!" His face was red from the heat of the kitchen and he mopped his brow with one of the rags he kept over his shoulders. "Anyone who makes food is a cook!"
"Yes but, Sir," Stella laughed. "I have people to do that for me."
Bloom thought that their teacher might erupt, indeed it looked like steam might come out of his ears, but fortunately Nova was having a serious boiling-over issue with her ganache and was calling for his help. Her chocolate sauce hissed angrily as it met the scorching hob.
"Why do you antagonise our teachers?" Bloom asked as she watched their eggless cake fail to rise through the oven door. "We do want to have good marks for effort as well as grades."
"I know, I know, but he's so pretentious I can't resist." Stella shrugged. "Besides, I'm sure that our cake is going to turn out so well it won't matter."
"If you're sure," Bloom said and picked up the bowl of eggs. "I suppose that you decided that we didn't need these?"
Stella swore for about a minute straight as she got back out all of the other ingredients so that they could remake the whole thing from scratch. She was so busy getting flour and sugar everywhere as she tried to make a second batter quickly that she took up almost the whole bench, and Bloom ended up squashed to the end with the hobs trying to make their ganache. There wasn't much of an opportunity to share what was stashed away in her bag.
Their ganache didn't set properly because there wasn't enough time for the cakes to cool. Sfoglia sniffed in distaste at their dripping frosting and prodded the layers to stop them for sliding off each other. Bloom suspected that there wouldn't be a great grade at the end of this class.
"Ugh, he's so snobby," Stella complained after they left. "It tasted great, and it would have looked better if we'd had just a little more time."
"Yeah…" Bloom wasn't really paying attention to what Stella was saying. She was hyperaware of the envelope in her school bag, unable to think about anything else. Eventually she couldn't stay quiet any longer. "I have something to talk to you about, with the rest of the Winx."
"Ooh, sounds intriguing," Stella laughed. "It's not anything horrific is it?"
"No, just making me a little anxious."
They got back to the dorm to wait for the others and Stella settled down on a sofa while Bloom paced about. Flora and Tecna returned together from their Magical Botany class and Musa came back soon after from her saxophone lesson.
"What is it, Bloom?" Flora asked, looking concerned.
"Well, I was coming to class when I ran into Professor Wizghiz and, long story short, he dropped this," Bloom pulled the envelope out of her bag with a flourish and set it down on the coffee table. "And he ran off before I was able to return it."
"It's the answers to the upcoming quiz?" Stella said. "Well, let's open it and see what he's got planned."
"Wait!" Flora looked scandalised. "We can't just cheat on the exam. It needs to be returned to our teacher, unopened." Musa nodded in agreement.
"Okay, I get that that would definitely be the moral thing to do," Bloom agreed. "But life has been so busy and complicated lately… I could do with having this test taken care of without more stress." She felt bad even suggesting it, and she was sure that if she did look at the answers she'd be a nervous wreck, but she also didn't want to fail. There was so much studying to do, especially as she had to catch up with the lessons she had missed while in the infirmary.
"It certainly would be the easiest option," Tecna agreed. "Although I am wondering what the personal ramifications of it would be on our individual ethics…"
"Great," Musa said, rolling her eyes. "We have two in favour of opening it, two opposed, and one who's sitting on the fence, great to have a consensus, guys."
"Why don't Bloom and I open it and then you guys can pretend that didn't know anything about it if we get caught," Stella suggested.
"I wouldn't be happy with that." Musa shook her head. "Putting aside that I definitely would feel guilty knowing that you'd cheated and not doing anything about it, if anyone found it in our dorm we would all be in trouble regardless. No way Griselda would believe that we didn't look too."
"That is correct." Tecna looked like she was enjoying watching this dilemma. "And then we may as well all have had a look in that case."
"Urgh, why do we have to make this into some big moral quandary?" Stella huffed, folding her arms and slumping back in the sofa. "I just want to be able to pass a stupid quiz without running myself ragged."
"That's why you study throughout the term and do your homework!"
"I'm not here to be judged by you, Musa," Stella snapped.
"Okay, okay," Bloom held up her hands. "I didn't want this to be a big thing. I wanted to give it back but I couldn't find him…" She didn't have much of a chance to finish her sentence because there was a knock at the door. Quick as a flash Bloom snatched the envelope off the table and stuffed unceremoniously into a pocket.
Flora went to open the door with a nervous smile on her face. None of the others looked innocent as they stared after her, watching to see who was interrupting them at such an inopportune time, and Bloom was sure that she appeared equally suspicious as she tried to remember what a neutral expression looked like.
Griselda had her arms folded as Flora greeted her. Bloom couldn't tell if she knew that something was up or if the deputy head was just in a bad mood. She wouldn't put it past Griselda to have some sort of sixth sense for students who were thinking of cheating.
"Bloom," she said sharply, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Ms Faragonda would like to see you in her office now please." It didn't sound like a request.
"Oh, er, s-sure," Bloom stuttered, she clicked her tongue at Kiko to wake him up and call him to heel. Stella gave her a wide-eyed look of concern as she followed the teacher out.
Even Griselda's back looked ominous and Bloom had to bite her tongue to stop herself jumping the gun and just apologising for the envelope before it was even brought up. She didn't know that Griselda knew so she was going to stay silent until prompted and not throw everybody under the bus without reason. She was led directly to the headmistress' office and Griselda held the door open for her.
"Hello, Bloom." Faragonda was sat at her desk surrounded with papers and empty mugs of coffee, she was rummaging through a pile in her in-tray. It looked like she was trying to find one document in particular.
"Hi."
"I apologise for dragging you out of your suite so abruptly, but I need to head to a meeting that might take a while and I needed to tell you something before I left," Faragonda said as she lifted a post-it note up to inspect what was written on it.
"Yes?"
"There is a woman living in Magix who is of Sparx descent, and I believe that she knew Daphne so she may be able to tell you more than I can. Brighid is elderly now but I understand that she can still take guests from time to time and would be amenable to helping you out… Aha!" Bloom jumped at the exclamation as Faragonda held up a creased letter. "Here is her address, she knows that you might visit and she doesn't leave the house so go whenever you feel up to it."
"Thank you," Bloom said, taking the paper offered to her. Then paused. The pocket she had been about to put it in already contained an incriminating envelope. "Er, Miss Faragonda?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think I could give you something to pass on to Professor Wizghiz? He dropped it earlier but I couldn't catch up to return it," Bloom said, holding out the answers to the quiz. "We didn't open it and look, or anything, even though I kind of wanted to…"
"Oh!" Faragonda smiled and took it off her. "I'm sure that Wizghiz will be delighted to have it back in his possession, unopened."
"When will you be back from your meeting?" Bloom asked, desperate to divert the subject from the damn envelope.
"Oh, probably a few days. It's always the way when the board wants a report," she smiled gently. "But don't worry, I'll be back before you know it and if you need anything I'll make sure that Griselda knows to take good care of you."
Bloom didn't think she'd want to come to Griselda for pastoral care but she didn't say that out loud. If she needed anything like that she was sure that she could wait a few days until Faragonda returned.
She walked back to her suite unaccompanied and found that the rest of the Winx were waiting anxiously for her. Musa was pacing, Flora was chewing on her lip, Tecna was sitting unnaturally still with Stella draped over her shoulders.
"Well?" Stella demanded, standing up quickly. "What did Faragonda say about the envelope?"
"Oh," Bloom said realising that the others didn't know the real reason she had been called away. "She didn't want to talk about that. She just wanted to give me the address of someone to help with my Domino project."
"That's good," Flora nodded.
"And that means the debate starts again!" Stella grinned.
"Oh… yeah, we don't have it anymore."
"What?"
"I handed it over to Faragonda, I thought that was for the best. She didn't think we stole it or anything, said she'd give it back to Wizghiz for us." Bloom sighed heavily and sat down in Stella's place, next to Tecna. She hadn't wanted to resign herself to a whole night of last minute cramming but Flora and Musa were right; cheating wasn't an option. She wasn't exactly happy with this plan but at least she wasn't feeling guilty anymore.
"Oh poo," Stella grumped. "Guess studying it is… you're still on the hook though, Tecna, I haven't forgotten." The princess' eyes gleamed and Tecna rolled her eyes, exasperated.
"What did I miss?" Bloom asked, looking between them. Tecna opened her mouth to explain but Stella beat her to it, cutting her off and leaving her annoyed.
"Miss Thing over here decided not to tell us that she had her birthday over the break, so, not only is she seventeen now but also she caused me to be very rude; I have not got her an appropriate present nor thrown her an appropriate party." Stella swooned dramatically. "I am such a disappointment of a princess."
"Actually…" Bloom fidgeted awkwardly, "I knew it was her birthday. I even called her when I was on Earth."
"What?!" Stella looked betrayed.
"Yep. It was nice to have a friend to speak to when I aged up." From the small smile on Tecna's face, Bloom suspected that she was winding Stella up on purpose. And it was certainly working. "And that's not all, is it?"
"Bloom!" Stella looked scandalised. "What else is there?"
"…My birthday was about a week before hers and I didn't tell you about that either."
Stella screamed and Musa gave a pained groan at how unnecessarily loud she was.
"At least I get to know when Musa and Flora turn seventeen and are the same age as me," she folded her arms and then turned to look at the other two. "Right, guys?"
"Actually," Flora looked embarrassed. "I got held back a year too so I've been seventeen since last March."
"Why?! You're not dumb!"
"Stella!" Musa looked scandalised. "That's not the only reason that people miss a year of school."
"Sorry… but why did you drop back? If I'm allowed to ask," Stella shot Musa a dirty look.
"I had a medical problem back when I was fourteen so I missed a lot of school. I just retook the year and applied for Alfea when I was ready."
"Are you okay now?" Bloom asked. She hoped that the reason Flora hadn't told them already was because it was no big deal and not because she didn't trust the rest of the Winx.
"I'm fine, thank you, I'm not suffering any long lasting effects." Flora got up, her hands fidgeting. "I'm going to go water Mirta, she needs to be healthy as a pumpkin so that she goes back to normal when we can change her back."
She left the room quickly and they could hear the clattering of a watering can filling up in the sink. Musa rounded on Stella and Bloom.
"Clearly, she doesn't want to talk about it, why would you keep pushing?"
"Sorry," Bloom muttered, but Stella wasn't having any of it.
"We're her friends! And we get into enough fights where we have the shit kicked out of us that it might be good for us to know if she's in any serious danger from a particular hit!"
"Some people really dislike discussing their bodies," Tecna interjected. "Especially medical issues - some find it embarrassing or traumatic. Although I don't personally understand either response, I've had several surgeries and quite like talking about them; I'd say the doctors have improved me."
There was a pause as the other three girls were surprised by the turn of conversation. Stella turned to look at her closely.
"Would you ever have any cosmetic surgery?" Bloom was sure that she saw Stella's eyes flick down to Tecna's almost flat chest. She was getting close to being yelled at again.
"If it doesn't have a practical purpose I'm not really all that interested. Besides, I am quite comfortable with how I look," Tecna said coolly. "What was it that you would have me change about myself."
"Nothing! Nothing!" Stella held up her hands. "I just don't ever hear you say nice things about how you looked so I was wondering. And what girl doesn't want bigger boobs or something?"
"Probably Flora," Bloom said. "She's always complaining about how much her bras cost and that there are never any pretty looking ones in her size."
They moved on from discussing their own bodies and passed the rest of the day in a haze of school work and extra studying for the test. Even Stella stayed up late to make sure that she knew the basics well enough to at least attempt every question that Wizghiz gave to them. In the morning they trudged sleepily to their quiz, a little late because turfing Stella out of bed had been a group effort. They filed in quickly before Wizghiz started without them, and as they were taking their seats Bloom noticed that a lot of her classmates were much crabbier than normal for a test. From behind her she heard Tecna mutter to Musa:
"Why does everyone have dirt on their face?"
Stella was also staring unflatteringly at Amaryl would was still trying to cover up a mud stain under her eyes with foundation and powder. Bloom willed her friend not to say anything because she wanted to get this test over and done with quickly.
"Well, well," Wizghiz said. "Well, well, well, everything has gone according to plan."
Amaryl stood up angrily, her chair clattering to the floor with the force of her movement. She looked absolutely furious and for a moment, Bloom worried for their professor.
"What do you mean 'according to plan'?" She demanded. "My whole dorm has dirt on their face and it won't come off!"
"Amaryl, please," Wizghiz waved her down and she reluctantly picked her chair back up to sit down again. "I'll explain everything. Bloom could you tell me what this is?" Bloom jumped a little in surprise at being called on but stood up and looked at what he was holding - it was the envelope that she had passed on to Faragonda to return to him the day before.
"That's the thing you dropped yesterday," she said. "I gave it to the headmistress to give back to you."
"And did your whole suite know you found it?"
"Yes." Bloom was trying to maintain eye contact and not look at her shoes.
"And, even though you as a group didn't open it, did you want to?"
"Yes." She was going red with shame; she didn't understand why he was grilling her like this. Tecna appeared to be smiling and Stella looked downright gleeful but Bloom couldn't work out why.
"Shall we open it then?" He asked, only to be greeted with a mixture of squeals and protestations from the rest of their classmates. "It's just an envelope! Why are you so afraid?"
There was more whimpering and Bloom felt like she was starting to piece together what had happened. She was incredibly glad that she hadn't opened it.
"I don't understand why you're all so nervous," he laughed and ran a pen under the flap. It erupted in a shower of pretty yellow lights but nothing else happened. "Now that we're finished with our quiz, we can get on with the lesson."
"Wait," Amaryl was standing again. "That's it? That's the whole test?"
"Yes. All of you found one of my envelopes close to your dorms and all of you thought it had the answers to the quiz in it. Now, I'm sure that you can work out for yourselves whether you've passed or failed and anyone who'd like to get special soap for their mud can see me at the end."